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So the other day I hooked up with a guy from Grindr. Typical conversation ’Sup’, ‘You Lookin?’, ‘Ass Pics?’, then a location sent. I was on my way after seeing his pics. About 6’2 muscular but not super bulky and a nice thick 8.5-9” cock. I get to his place and once inside we start making out groping each other. Usually I get a little small talk before getting down to business but this guy clearly needed to fuck. No names no conversation just animalistic lust, which I fully enjoyed. He pushed me down to my knees and I pull down his pants revealing the beautiful cock getting hard right in my face. I start sucking him all the way down giving him the full deep throat experience. I suck him for awhile before he pulls me up and onto his bed. He strips me naked and flips me on my stomach with my ass in the air and he begins eating my hole. And this guys tongue was thick and long like his cock, it felt like I had 5” of tongue wiggling around in my hole, it was amazing! He pulls his mouth away spits on my hole and starts sliding his 8.5” cock inside me. We hadn’t talked about raw but I had a feeling he would want to and since he didn’t say anything I certainly wasn’t gonna lol. He gave a few slow strokes before he really starts pounding away. It wasn’t until he fully mounted me that I put my hands back on his ankles to hold onto him that I felt a little box, I looked down and realized it was an ankle monitor. Which was a first for me and somehow made the whole thing a little hotter lol. After about 20 min of fucking I’m pressed into the mattress with him on top of me when he says he’s gonna cum I tell him to “Breed me” and he says “Yeah here cums another load” I asked if already bred me and he said “About 10 mins ago”. Then he rammed his cock balls deep and bred me. As he was balls deep inside me someone started knocking on his front door. He pulled out and told me to wait in the bathroom. I’m waiting naked in the bathroom for like 5min before he finally comes back and gets me. I go back into the bedroom and there’s another guy standing in the room. I don’t know what to think at first then the new guy starts to unbuckle his pants and I know where this is going and I return to my slut mode and get on my knees and start removing his pants. I’ve never met this guy before and we haven’t spoke but I was about to blow him. He was around 6’ and skinny with some muscle. I start sucking him feeling his cock grow in my mouth. When the host moves us all to the bed with the new guy laying on his back I’m positioned between his legs and the host climbs back on top of me and shoves his cock inside me and resumes his fucking like nothing happened. I’m moaning around the new guys cock as it grows to about 9”. I take a breath and admire this new cock when the host starts blowing the new guy as he continues to fuck me. We switch off blowing the new guy for a bit till the host pulls out and tells me to ride the new guy. I don’t hesitate I get up and sit on the new guys raw cock all the way down reverse cowgirl. Facing away from him just seemed right keeping with the anonymity. After riding him for about 15 mins he grabs my hips and pulls me tight against him and says “Take that load slut”. He pumps in me a few times before he pushes me off and the host pulls me onto his cock and starts rabbit fucking me hard making me moan until the new guy puts his cock in my mouth. I hear the host say “ I love a sloppy slut hole” “ You ready for another load” I say “Fuck yeah!, Breed me, fill me up” he slams deep and unloads in me as he’s making out with the new guy. He pulls out and I turn around and clean his cock then he and the new guy start getting dressed so I got dressed and thanked them both and left. On the drive home I kept thinking about the 3 loads from my ankle monitor host and the 4th load I got from someone my host probably knew, but maybe he didn’t and just didn’t mind sharing me. I wouldn’t have changed anything though getting those loads was so hot. I rode my dildo when I got home working their loads deeper in me as I jerked myself till I came. I hope to meet up with him again and see what other surprise guests show up.

A sharp hissing sound filled the room before the scent of the burning flesh. The rod I held in my kevlar covered right hand pressed onto Brandon's back for not more than a minute. He gasped before the crescendo of cries came, clearly in agony. His eyes however were gleaming in a sort of accomplishment I has once recognized as my own. I know he would go far in the Brotherhood. It's not often that I get hard this long when it comes to new members. Perhaps 2 or 3 initiates have lingered behind my mind throughout the years. Though my recollection of them is now foggy, the intoxicating times that we spent were crystal clear. Brandon definitely deserved to be in that memory chest. I clasped both my hands onto Brandon's back with a wet rag in between to soothe the scar in a straddle. He arched as hard as he could to offer his pulsating hole up to my stiff cock, engulfing the tip of it with a squeeze that yielded me to sink the rest of my shaft into the newly made cunt. I collapsed onto his back with my legs locked onto his with my hands still held on his neck. Skin to skin, we were attached with my long hard erection enveloped within him whole. I made no movement. I was confident that there's more to unravel with this cunt. Brandon showed no signs of slowing down. Still bounded and in heavy huffs, he arched himself up and down. He gyrated himself onto me as my limps clasped onto his tightly. My charged shaft was being stroked from his movements, slowly milking my precum. Though I remained still, it took an enormous mental strength to hold myself from releasing my sacred seed. It wasn't time. We were in this rhythm for almost 20 minutes. I whispered encouragements to him, observing his facial expression with eyes devoid of the person I first saw hours ago. He had been reborn. No more signs of hesitation or uncertainty, his glimmering pupils expanded, showing zero doubt. They contained a look of unwavering dedication to the Brotherhood. My work was almost done. The sweat radiating from both our bodies lessen the friction of my clasp. The more Brandon's back rise up to thrust, the loser my grasp got. It was my turn to take over. I finally threw the rag off to hold his arms wider before sinking down to him with my legs doing the same. He was quick to follow my straddling as a sign to stay still. I reached onto the knots at the edge of the bed with my hands and feet in a pull, tightening the restraints to fully immobilize him. Bodies no longer locked, I stood above to view him again. Here lies a a maverick, in its truest sense who has finally ascended. There was something satisfying in seeing him struggling to move. "Please fuck me again, please I know it's not over yet. Please please" Even his arch failed. Only his fingers and toes wiggled. I leaned down to shut him up with a gag. After closing the loop behind his head, I noticed the outline of his scar forming, compelling me to leave a kiss & a smooch that made Brandon screech. Thanks to the gag, drool poured out from his mouth. I swiftly cupped some of it as a secondary lube to stroke my hard on. Other The final act was about to commence. Rather than putting my weight onto him, I began to squat on his lower back, faced down to his glistening upper back. My cock twitched every time I stare at the insignia scar. I lowered myself down, supporting myself with both arms on the bed before bulldogging into Brandon. I couldn't spare any more time. Dawn was approaching soon. His cunt was warmer than before. It slushed my precum that I cupped to feed Brandon with his wide mouth. I yanked the gag off to let him relish my cum coated palm. I also needed to hear that pleading voice to send me in overdrive. It didn't take long for me to reach it when the moans vocalized itself. Something I failed to mention was how deep Brandon's voice was. It was the most masculine part bout him. The depth of his pitch resonated my eardrums in harmony. "Fuck, I don't think I've ever felt this kind of chemistry with anyone. What a cunt. I assure you that your commitment will be merited. Lose yourself, bitch, don't be shy" My pace increased with his moans. If it weren't for the Brotherhood, I wouldn't have learnt the methods and ways I could achieve pleasure. I wouldn't be able to practice nor promote the progeny required. These were lessons for a special group of men to follow. For instance, it teaches how to remain at the point of no return and why it is important. I was 20 minutes in Brandon. I starred at his eyes while I thrusts into him. Still spun, his ass was no longer tight. Was he to become normal, like the rest?

Part 6 Horse and M showered with me and then gave me a few very full and deep enemas. Between the discomfort and the embarrassment of that, I wasn't really sure what was in store for me. I ached from the bruises all over my body, but my hole didn't hurt, so at least that hadn't been abused....yet. After the shower and enemas, M put a mask or hood over my head. I didn't cover my entire head, just the upper half, but it wasn't like a sleep blindfold either. I was weird, to be honest. I felt soft leather and something very hard go around my neck. "This is your collar, boy." That was Horse. "I'm going to lock this with an allen key, and all you need to know is that no one is taking this off you." I shivered at the thought because if nothing else, I was definitely coming to understand that I would not be leaving this place. With the collar locked in place and sitting very heavy around my neck, I heard and felt something clipped to the front of the collar. The tug told me it was a leash and I started to blindly stumble after it. As M or Horse led me out of the bathroom, the other was close behind me with his hands on my shoulders. "Prez said it before, but I'm telling you again, you don't have a safe word here." This was M in my ear. "You have one purpose here and that's the take or do anything one of us tell you. Prez's word is law, so what he says goes, no matter what. Then it's me and Horse - we're your handlers so our word is law. Then there's anyone else wearing our cut - their word is law. Now, here's what's important for you to know: you can't say no. So if a brother tells you to do something, and it goes against something Prez or Horse or me as told you, then you've got a choice. And it's the only choice you'll ever have in this place. You have to choose which one you obey. And that means you're also choosing which one punishes you. You feel me, pretty thing?" I was fucked. There was no way to wrap my head around this. I was shivering with nerves as we walked through a door. Immediately I could sense it was a wide open space, and it was filled with people. I got catcalls and whistles and heard names like "cum bucket" and "faggot hole" yelled out. Horse tugged on the leash again and I walked forward. Hands touched me, slapped my ass, and one reached out and slapped my balls so hard my knees buckled. Horse didn't stop and I jerked forward trying to stay on my feet while I struggled with that sharp pain that shot up my stomach. We stopped and I stepped right into Horse's back. M caught my shoulders and kept me standing. "Let's get you in place." Horse moved me in front of him and turned me to face him. "Step back 3 steps." I did as I was told. The noise was still going on around me but it was muted, felt like it was drifting off. Horse and M's hands were positioning my arms and legs and pushed me against something padded - I felt it along my back. Restraints were placed around my chest and waist. I felt padded...somethings...get strapped around my thighs. I had no idea what I was getting strapped into. It felt both like a chair and not a chair, since I had nothing to sit on. My arms were secured similarly. "I hope you like your new chair, faggot." This was the Prez in front of me. "We had this specially built, not necessarily for you really, but whoever was lucky enough to end up in our hands." I could hear the sneer in the way he said lucky. "Now, with you all strapped in, let me demonstrate a little here." And demonstrate he did. With some adjustments, I felt the entire contraption come off the wall and dangle me there. He pulled it more and I felt myself be floated out away from the wall. I was left hanging there, trussed up in a floating semi-chair. Prez made some more adjustments and pulled my thighs apart and up, basically leaving me like a suspending frog - with my cock and balls and hole completely exposed and absolutely no way to protect myself. With another adjustment, my knees were pulled up and I tipped back, almost into a sling position. Another adjustment and my arms were stretched out and locked out like on a cross. I hadn't seen this thing, but whatever it was was complicated as hell and my mind raced with how I'd look to anyone seeing me. "What do you think men? You like what I've bought us to play with?" Prez wasn't addressing me, that was for sure. And the sound of noise from the room definitely brought my mind back to the position I was in. The yells, whistles, and pounding on the tables were overwhelming. I was shaking with fear as much as the restrains would allow me. "Now, tonight is claiming. Everyone fucking one of you men need to breed this faggot. And yes, I know most of you aren't into men like that, but this doesn't fucking matter to me. What matters is your load ends up in his cunt. This is for us, to bond, and for this pretty slut to be marked by everyone of us. Now, let me tell you the rules." I was lost in fear. I had no idea how many people were in that room, but it wasn't just 4 or 5. There could've been 10 or 50, and I had no real idea. "Rule 1: you breed this cunt, at least once, and then you use the marker to put your initials across his chest. I WILL make sure in the morning that every one of you has marked him. Rule 2: No hitting or slapping. We already worked him over good on his first night as ours, and I'm not sending him to a hospital. You'll be able to do that once things have settled down. Rule 3: whatever you want to do with his cunt is fine by me. I don't care, and he ain't gonna tell you 'no'. The only caveat to that is, if you break him, tear him to the point of bleeding or whatnot, anyone that hasn't fucked him is going to be fucking the one who broke him. So, keep his hole able to accept all of us, or yours will. Now, any questions?" I was in full blown panic mode. "Please, no....don't...please, I don't want this, please no." Someone clamped their hand over my mouth and I tried to trash my head out from under it. I had two more hands come and pin my head. It was Horse who growled in my ear "shut the fuck up and accept this, or else, I'll take you out back now. And you don't want to go out back, trust me." I was crying and could feel the tears under the mask and starting to slide down my cheeks. "Fine, let's get him started.....gentleman, if you please, let's get him flying". I felt more people around me and then tight bands placed over my biceps. Horse again told me to "stay still", and I did as best I could. I felt the cool swipe of an alcohol pad in my elbows and then two pricks. A moment later, Horse let go of my head and M, I assumed, removed his hand from my mouth. Just then both bands released from my biceps and I was flooded with heat. The metallic chemical taste in my throat has me coughing up a storm and my body felt on fire. I felt a flush rush up my body and then back down to my cock and balls, and into my ass. I was shaking in this trussed up thing and I heard, vaguely through the ringing in my ears laughter from around the room. After a few minutes, I could catch my breath and when I settled, I felt and heard Horse back in front of me "open wide, cunt, you won't need your mouth tonight." With that he shoved in a plug into my mouth and secured it around my head. I hung there, body feeling like I had flames under my skin, my hole was clenching and unclenching like it was missing something. I felt someone in front of me, "Let's truss up this little faggot cock n balls. Won't be no need for these tonight." I felt a string or rope wrap around my tight balls. Whoever pulled them out away from my body and squeezed them painfully. I tried to escape - I moaned in pain around the gag in my mouth, but my brain couldn't process if this was pleasure or genuine pain. "Oh, hear that men....this fucker liked that!" He squeezed them harder again and pulled on them more. He released it. Then he squeezed again, "Let's count boys....1....2...." and then other voices joined in, with each new number, slowly counting up, he tightened the squeeze on my nuts. By 12, I was in so much pain I was wailing behind the gag. By 15, I couldn't even do that, and then he finally let go. I was breathing through my nose, and all the snot and tears like I'd run a marathon. And the laughter and catcalls floated around me. I felt my balls get finally wrapped up in the rope and it wrapped around my soft cock, and the wrap was tight and painful, but still a blessing from the ball crushing pain I'd endured just moments before. Someone was behind me and I felt a small hose slide inside my ass....I felt the wet gush of something and felt it pulse and soak my insides three or four times. I was still so sensitive I tried to wiggle my ass to get more sensation in my hole, but the bands and restraints wouldn't let me move...much. "Look at this...fucking faggot is so turned on he's trying to grind down on the lube gun!" A chorus of laughter went up. And then everyone stepped away. I hung there, body on fire with sensation - my hole was so desperate, my nuts were still on fire, cool air from the room was licking my skin. I could feel the lube running out of my ass. "Already puddling on the floor...imagine how much of that will be cum puddled under him come morning." This was the Prez....his voice was close, and somehow I could sense him walking around me. I was hoisted higher up and then tilted back a bit more. I felt a hot cock at my hole and while my brain wasn't wanting this, my hole was eager for it. I felt it almost "mouthing" at the cock just outside. I heard Prez, I assumed he was going first, messing around with the mechanisms above me and suddenly, I dropped. As I did, his cock bored inside my hole, feeling like it was on fire, and stopped suddenly, bouncing slightly with his cock still inside. I realized briefly that not only was I suspended, but it was on a fucking spring. Chuckling, the Prez gripped the straps across my check and pulled down, bringing me down until his cock was buried to his balls. My hole was on fire, not used to the sudden invasion, but the drugs in my system also made my hole crave more. I could feel the muscles rippling inside my ass as I bounced and slid off his cock and then was yanked back down again. Over and over....my mind drifted away...I could feel the intense pain/pleasure coming from my hole as I floated and bounced on the Prez's cock. I was brought back as I had a flush pass through me coming from my ass and felt myself clinching around him. I heard him chuckle "such a fucking hole, already had a cunt orgasm from his first fuck of the night. He's going to be so fucking ruined!" After a few more thrusts, he pulled me down, yelled and grunted and I could feel his cum filling and coating me. After a minute, he pulled out, and I felt fingers sliding inside me....then it was Horse's voice in my ear, "now let's really get you open". With that, he jerked up and pulled down and buried himself inside. I felt his cock immediately punch through my second hole and I yelped around the gag in my mouth. And he kept going. I don't know how big Horse is, but it didn't take long for my addled brain to realize he'd earned his name honestly. He set up a brutal pace and mixed things up...sometimes he went deep and then just let me up enough so he could just fuck my second hold...other times he's let me bounce up high enough that I'd almost slip off him and then he'd yank me back down filling me balls deep. I floated away again and eventually heard him growl and grunt and felt him blast his load inside me. While still inside me I felt him mark my chest. And then he slipped out. "Grab that and plug him up for a few." I didn't recognize the voice. But I could sense 2 people around me. As a large plug was shoved inside me, making me struggle to take it's widest point, someone called out "Hey Prez, can I work his nuts again?" I trembled realizing this was the man who'd worked them a bit earlier. "Yeah Cage, but remember the rule about breaking him." "No worries, Prez, me and Jeff gonna take real good care of him." The mechanism was locked again and I was shifted a bit more to be vertical. I could sense Cage and Jeff around me....and I heard the slide of chairs near, one in front and one in back. I felt Cage's hands running around my body over my bound cock and balls. Jeff's hands, I'm assuming were running under my thighs and over my ass, brushing against the plug in my ass. Cage wrapped his hands around my bound balls and gently squeezed. At the same time, Jeff nudged against the plug in my ass. Cage's hand tightened and as the pain increased, Jeff was tugging on the plug. Cage got tighter and tighter and then when I didn't think I could take anymore, Jeff pulled the plug entirely out of my ass. This was driving me crazy. I didn't know where the pain/pleasure was going to happen - my nuts or my hole. Jeff was sliding the plug inside me again, and Cage tightened on my balls. This time when the pain in my balls reached a peak, Jeff pushed the widest part back inside me. They repeated this over and over, I was crying again, sobbing behind the mask and through the gag. But Cage and Jeff kept working in tandem. After a few, Cage kept my balls in his hands and Jeff was fucking the plug fulling in and out of my hole; each time the plug went in, Cage gave a brief but intense squeeze. Every time my hole stretched around the fat part of the plug, my nuts shot pain up my spine. Not too long after, they stopped. Chairs were moved, I was repositioned and then one of them fucked into me, bouncing me up and down on their cock. Didn't take long until I felt another load inside me, and another mark on my chest. No sooner than he pulled out, another cock buried inside me. Hands grabbed my balls, and I knew this had to be Cage. He fucked me brutally, and squeezed and let off my nuts as if he didn't want me to have any idea of what was happening. I felt a new surge in my body again and then I flushed and I heard Cage cackle, "HAHAHA! I knew this was a fucking pain fag....he just has another orgasm on my cock with me crushing his nuts! Oh he's gonna be fun to have around!" With that, he let go of my balls, gripped my thighs and blew his own load inside me. Another load, another mark on my chest. Cage pulled around and someone else took his place. This went on a few more time, a few more loads, a few more marks. Some were short affairs - a few pumps and then a load and a mark. Others took their time. After a few, my hole was still on fire, but my body was wrecked. Horse was in my ear again "let's give you a little break, hmm." He stepped back and I felt another plug push inside me. It had to be bigger than the other, since it was a struggle to take, but I figured my hole was too loose for the other one again. With the plug seated, Horse removed the gag from my mouth and I felt a straw get inserted. I sucked and tastes the cool sweetness of orange juice. "We need to keep you hydrated and in place. Just drink what's here and then you can rest for a few." By the time, I finished the juice, I could taste a little something off about it, but I couldn't focus on it. My ass was still on fire and all I wanted to do was drift off. "Such a good little hole for me. You still have a long night ahead of you." And with that, I let myself float away and detach from the noise and men around me.

I'm fairly lean, and was definitely even leaner when I was younger. I have a small reputation here about my ability with depth - taking the full 32" colon python toys and the like. And the great thing about being lean is that when they're about 20+ inches up my hole, you can rest your palm on my stomach and feel the head of the toy through it. Nothing hotter than being plumbed deep while a top pushes on my stomach and growling as he feels the head of the toy fucking deeper inside me.

I initially thought the knock at the door was going to be the host's probation officer. "How to introduce your Grindr trick to your probation officer" likely isn't a self-help/DIY video on YouTube.

Indeed, and Project2025 goes a LOT farther than just these cultural issues. It's basically an outline for hard-core MAGA/fascists to take control of the entire federal government, in perpetuity. Another key thing: they want to end civil service as we know it for every position in federal government where decisions get made, so that anyone - literally anyone - can be replaced by political hacks if he steps out of line of what leadership wants. And they're not shy about it, and it's not just a couple of fringe, nutcase groups pushing this. It's part and parcel of the Heritage Foundation, which is probably the most significant right wing (formerly conservative, but nothing's conservative about it any more). Add in all the Supreme Court decisions they just handed down that neuter the ability of the executive branch agencies to ward off political attacks - and you have the perfect storm if Trump is re-elected. There will literally be NOTHING standing in his way. And the most ominous thing: Project 2025 is calling this a "Second American Revolution" and says it will be "bloodless as long as the left allows it to be." Notice he didn't just say "peaceful" - he said "bloodless". And only if the left rolls over and allows them to seize power. Otherwise, they're basically promising bloodshed. I'm so tired of "both sides" rhetoric from idiots who don't hear what the far right is telling us, in their own words, what's going to happen if they can get Trump back into office.

Here is another quicky on Independance Day... Snif Visit by austinsubmale A few weeks ago I was on that location based app, you know the one I am talking about. It is a map based app where it shows icons of where people are at. I was looking at pics, you click on their icon and their profile pops up. I messaged several guys to say I liked their pics. Most don't respond at all, and some will even block or just delete messages. Most guys on the app are bottoms, but I have my filters set to only show the ones that are very, vers top or top. One guy responded. He asked me if I wanted to come over. He was a black guy and the pic showed a nice big dick. His status was UD+. I said yes and he gave me the address, a seedy apartment complex in a bad neighborhood. I've been there once before. That time I got stood up. I went over and knocked on his door. Hoping this time it would work out and I would get fucked. He answered the door and it was dark inside. He was completely naked and his big, long, thick black dick was already partially hard. I took off my clothes right there near the door and he sat down on his bed. I got on my knees and started sucking him. He turned on a porno of a gangbang scene with several big dicked black guys like him working over a chubby white guy like me. While I was sucking he picked up a glass pipe and fired up a lighter on it. I was worried because I've had bad experiences with tweakers getting "Tina dick" before but as he smoked it he actually got even harder. He didn't offer me any and I wouldn't have taken any but what he does is his business as long as he can fuck. After he was done smoking he told me to get up on the bed, laughing at my tiny white cock. I got up and he positioned me face down, ass up. He lubed up his dick and poured some on my ass then slid a finger and then two inside to get my hole ready. He then slid his dick into me in one slide stretching my hole wide open and probing deep. He really pounded me super hard and fast and it was almost painful at first. The meth he had smoked clearly had him going at hyper speed. He was watching the video and really talking to me as he used my ass and then unloaded in it a couple of times. Telling me to take his hot load. Calling me a worthless faggot. After I left I checked the app and he had blocked me. I logged out and went into anonymous mode so I could see his profile. He had changed his status from UD+ to just Positive. This morning I woke up with fever and chills, and I know exactly why.

Sometimes the desires become too strong to fight. I ended up in a closet riding a guys cock while his girlfriend slept on the couch last week. He shot his load deep, didn't even bother to ask. Two days later I was blowing two guys and they both shot their loads down my willing throat, they never even asked. Another two days later, completely cum addicted, I let a bbc bend me over and break me. He shot two loads deep, never asked. Maybe tonight I'll take another load without my permission. I can tell my body hasn't had enough.

Or was he different? Like the rest of the initiates, his cunt had been made. What follows is a series of rites to determine one's rank within the brotherhood. It is customary for novices to have their rank set by the Brotherhood prior to initiation. A new Brother is expected to obey and respect the regime that has been made specifically for him. I was curious to see the plan set out for Brandon. I came to release my seed into him almost a little before it had been 30 minutes. A feat that I'd say I was proud of given the amount of T I've consumed. A combination of Brandon's voice & the sound of my balls slapping onto him fast tracked my orgasm. The final thrusts leading up to my climax forced out an eruption. A groan so loud that it took me by surprise. I saw the web of veins trickling with sweat from my forehead down to the neck popping. Once my seed was drained, I needed to catch my breathe. All Brandon could verbalize were repetitions of "Fuck" and "Oh My God". I could tell he was satiated from the smirk he held with eyes closed. His lips too were shut but his breathed remained trembling. As soon as the restraints were loosen, I sealed his cunt with another steel plug. I wiped his body with a towel, congratulating him with my arms wrapped in a cradle. It wasn't long before I thoroughly scrubbed him in the shower to also give him a shave. Besides the eyebrows, he was shaved close to completion. Right down to the scalp, not a strand of hair stuck out of his polished head. The Brotherhood requires Brothers to adhere to the rule of maintaining a skinhead for a full year. Its purpose was to facilitate elder Brothers to impart their knowledge at any opportunity when they are in proximity. Novices must acquiesce. Failure to yield would result in rank stagnation. I remember 5 months in as a novice. Fresh & full of high viral load, I was in demand. A monthly gathering had been held in another part of this warehouse. I was still the latest Brother. On a dais, Samael sat on an upholstered chair in the center. Ben stood to his left and Paul, another Brother of equal rank to his right. The rest of us formed a curve that met from one end of the platform to the other, forming a semicircle. The gathering was heading to another direction. It was stricter than the previous ones. It became apparent the moment I felt Samael's gaze and nod. My shoulders were held and pulled up by the Brother to my left and right. I was brought out of the file to face Samael's feet. My knees were on the floor while my chin was right at the edge of the platform. In a jock, my arms were pulled back with a long bar placed in between my wrists and my ankle. It served as a restrain that exposed my hole. The room turned silent when Samael raised his right hand. "Let us remind our younger Brother that there is still...so much more for him to learn, to appreciate the beauty of our beliefs." Paul then spoke a word in Latin followed by another two or three that merged to a chant which brought all the brothers to sing in unison. It was ominous. Though I wasn't touched, I felt tremors. Ben then approached with a box to reveal a gas mask. Right before securing it on my head, we locked eyes. A blank stare of pity that turned to pride when he nodded with a wide smile to the rest of my Brothers. A series of tubes latched onto my mask. Without a warning, smoke started to fill in, forcing me to inhale it to avoid my eyes from stinging. I could barely see Samael above from the smoke. I did catch a glimpse of Paul turning a nozzle that controlled the flow of the amount of smoke entering in me. Once it came to a halt, I was rejuvenated. My hole started to bloom, in and out I feel the inner rings protruding. I knew I had to cunt myself out again. Ben validated my thoughts when he declared the importance of ensuring one's hole was properly cunted. "A fine cunt is when it's not too tight or too loose, like an actual cunt. This novice's hole can do no wrong, it needs a bit of work done first. Brothers, you may proceed. " No brother was left behind. Each of them seized my hole, treating my cunt with spunk. Pulling out was forbidden. Any spillage was either devoured or fed. After my 12th brother had shot his load, I felt the circumference of my hole puffed, highlighting its transformation. By the time my 15th brother started to rim, he couldn't help but to smooch my ass lips that our brothers created. I was indebted to them.

Time to finish the visit to the clinic with a little twist. All these parts have been two pages long, the next part isn't finished yet and it's already six pages long, and more twisted than ever! Haven't really tied the bits together yet, so it may take a few days to get everything right. Be patient, my dear breeders and cumdumps! ❤️ ---------------------------- The exam room door suddenly swung open. - “Wat dis noise?” - “Oh, hey Dimitry!”, said Matt and squeezed the last drops of poz cum out of his cock and into Vince, “You want to have a go at this hole?” - “Yeees…” Dimitry was the janitor of the clinic, and he came to clean the room. He was probably in his late fifties, with thinning hair and a porn stache. His blue coveralls did a poor job of hiding his round belly. He stepped up to my husband as Matt was pulling out and moving away. He opened button after button until he got down to his cock, then he pulled his arms out and let the coveralls fall onto the floor. He wore nothing under it, and his hairy shoulders along with his big round hairy stomach was exposed for all of us to see. There was something incredibly sexy about this man, not in an attractive way, but in a pure animalistic sex way. Under his belly his cock stood out, already rock hard. It was maybe 20 cm, thin at the head and base, but very thick in the middle, even thicker than Eddies. It reminded a lot of a large butt plug we had at home. It was also bent upward in such a way that the tip hit the underside of his belly. Had he been slim, it would’ve stood straight up. He approached my husband who was looking at him with anticipation, still hazy from the gas, holding his legs and exposing his sloppy hole. Dimitry used his right hand to aim his cock at Vince’s hole and used his left hand to lift his belly up so that it wouldn’t be in the way of the penetration. He didn’t lube up, or even spit on his dick, he just shoved it in all the way in one go, causing my husband to gasp for air and turn his head to me with a look of despair and screamed “MORE GAS! NOW!”. Dimitry let go of his stomach, leaving it to rest on top of my husband’s hard cock, grabbed his ankles and started pounding away at a quick pace. He was not there to make love; he was there to get a load out of his balls. I gave the gas mask to Vince who quickly put it over his face and took a deep breath. With every movement Dimitry’s belly squashed and rubbed my husband’s cock, effectively jerking him off, and it only took about 20 seconds until he started blasting his neg load all over himself and on the underside of the big belly of the janitor. I scooped some up with my hand and tasted what could possibly be the last negative load to come out of the man I loved so dearly. - “Nesty feggot…”, Dimitry said and looked at me with disgust, then started pumping harder and a few seconds later he let out a deep growl as he shot his load deep inside my husband. Eddie and Matt cheered and complemented the janitor on a job well done. Anthony just sat at his stool looking shocked but seemingly enjoying the show as his long cock stood straight up. Dimitry just grunted and pulled his coveralls back on, not even wiping off his cock or the cum that was dripping from his belly. - “I clean room later yees, okeey, bye…”, he said as he exited the room and closed the door behind him. Vince felt his wet hole and noticed cum and blood leaking out. He tried to push as much of it as possible back inside and close his hole, but it didn’t seem to work. He was just so full of cum. He stood up on wobbly legs and supported himself on the bed while trying to regain composure. Matt came up and hugged him from behind, pushing his hard cock against Vince’s hole. - “No, no more! I just can’t take any more cock, not today! But DAMN we must set up a party like this when the STI is gone! For now, I think I’m going to need a fucking diaper…” Matt looked a bit disappointed, so I just turned my ass towards him and wiggled, something that did not go unnoticed as I had him balls deep inside me not even two seconds later. I bent over the bed and motioned to Anthony who was sitting on the other side to come closer. He presented his cock to me, and I started sucking. - “Okay guys, last loads of the day, we need to close up here before the guards start patrolling the clinic.”, Eddie said as he stood next to Matt and started frantically jerking his cock. Matt fucked me harder and faster, and Anthony fucked my throat as if his life depended on it. My eyes were watering from the abuse of my sensitive throat. Eddie was the first to cum, and he shot his load over Matt’s cock, lubing it up and making it slightly easier to take that huge member up my ass. Anthony then shot his load down my throat, making me cough, which in turn made my sphincter clench around Matt’s cock, massaging it even harder and causing him to blast the last load of the evening into my now extremely sore ass. Well, almost the last, I was still hard, so I just pulled myself off Matt and walked over to my husband who had sat down on a chair after laying down a protective layer of paper on it, then I shot my load in his mouth. I know he loves it and he always swallow every drop. We all pulled out of each other and got our clothes back on while catching our breaths. - “I have one last gift for you guys”, Eddie said as he opened a cupboard and took out a cardboard tray with two syringes filled with a yellow liquid, and a small paper bag. - “Antibiotics! I had a look in the microscope after you left Jay, and it was clearly Gono, so I’ll just treat you right away. Now pull those pants back down and show me your asses, one more load to be injected!”, he joked, referring to the medicine. - “Anthony, did you get treatment earlier today or should I go and make a batch for you too?”, Matt said. - “No, I’m done already, thanks though…” - “Great! Guess I should whip some up for Dimitry thou… Oh well, I’ll deal with that when I see him.” Vince and I lined up next to each other, bent over the bed and presented our leaking cum-filled holes to the doctor. The penetration of the needle was not as pleasant as his cock, but mere seconds later both our right butt cheeks where injected and we were on our way back to health. - “The bag contains Doxycycline to use as PeP, just follow the 1-2-3 rule; on one occasion, take two of those within three days of being sluts, and it’ll lower the risks of having to come back here because of simple STI’s. The next time you come back here I hope it’s because of something a lot more permanent.”, Eddie said with a devilish smile. “That said, we need to set up a proper party in a few weeks’ time, if we didn’t succeed today.”

If the R's keep the House, take the Senate and the Presidency, so are a lot of us, including you.

The only way to stop this is to VOTE!

John Oliver does a great job of deconstructing project 2025, and we get to laugh simultaneously.

You are, literally, fucking someone up the ass! What do you think might happen sometimes!?...Even the best bottoms who have cleaned the holes out like a maid with OCD has cleaned a house twice can have a "brownout" sometimes! ...you take a moment to clean up and then resume...if you can't handle it fuck a fleshlight!

Wow, OP was nine years ago, kinda cool to revisit the discussion. First off, i thoroughly agree that "judgements are not the solution." i think such judgements are often based on unsubstantiated bias. Life is so damned complex, we know so very little. i've had a few thousand cocks inside of me so far in this life (i cannot account for former lives lol), and i can count on one hand the number of times a condom was involved. i watched my oldest brother die a horrible death from AID's during the 80's, and it didn't really even pause my pursuit of Men or Their desire and need to cock me. i also, cannot account for my own need/desire to connect or bond fully with a Man where He leaves some physical part of Himself inside of me, but i do not see that as that much different than "chasing." Yeah, it does have the added element of acknowledging a virus, but i don't really see it as all that different from receiving any Man into me Who expresses need or desire to penetrate and seed me? To me, it's a pretty narrow distinction, and seems to have a lot of similar driving components behind it. When i first started this post, i was neg. With @tallbtm encouragement, i went to get prep and discovered i was poz when getting tested for it. i immediately went on meds and have been undetectable since. i still advocate for PrEP, but feel no judgment for those who opt out. i do think it's the better way to go, but i also like prime rib and eat it even though i know it'll give me vascular disease. And, i think all of us can identify similar choices, so who is really in the superior position to judge?

Surprise! You get another one right away! 😘 ------------------------------------------ We regained our balance, and I hugged Eddie hard from behind, my cock still lodged inside him. We all looked at each other, smiled and started laughing from the intensity of it all, and the somewhat absurd situation we were in. - “Wow, this is one hell of a clinic!”, Vince said, smiling from ear to ear. - “It sure is baby. I got the same very warm welcome earlier today.” - “That explains the wet stains I saw in your underwear earlier…”, he said and winked at me. - “Yeah, they gave me a few loads. I’m surprised I’ve been able to hold them in all day.” - “Don’t forget the load you swallowed at your subway station.”, Anthony said and smiled as he pulled his cock out of Vince while milking out the last drops of cum. - “The what now?”, Vince said looking surprised. - “I’ll tell you later…”, I said, pulled out of Eddie and sat down in a chair catching my breath. - “Uhm, I haven’t cum yet!”, Matt said and flipped Vince over on his back, pulled him to the edge of the bed and adjusted the height so that he could fuck him in the perfect angle. - “Also… I have a really dirty, nasty, kinky, surprise for you if you want it, Vince.”, he continued and walked over to a cupboard. He opened it and took out a vial of blood. - “This is some really potent poz blood that a colleague of mine took from one of his clients earlier today. I want to fuck it into your ass. Deep into your ass. Do you want it?”. Anthony looked at the vial with hunger in his eyes while giving it a little shake, jerking his huge cock with his other hand. Vince looked at me, looking a bit scared but also excited, as if to get my approval. I quietly nodded to him and licked my lips. My cock was getting hard again, and I was again feeling a bit jealous, wanting Matt to fuck that poz blood into me as well. Vince turned to Matt again: - “Yes. Do it. Fuck me with that poz blood! Fuck it in me deep! Split me open with that huge cock and rub my insides with that poz blood, massaging it into me, making it enter my bloodstream and be a part of me forever!” Vince seemed manic. His eyes wide open and his gaze intense. I had never seen him like this before and it was a bit scary. He was usually very quiet and timid, but the lust had made him change into a predator, hungry for cock, hungry for poz loads, hungry for the virus. Matt lifted Vinces’ ass up as high as possible, pulled the cork out of the vial with his teeth and inserted the open end in Vinces’ ass. The red liquid flowed into him and soon the vial was empty, save for some residue on the inside of the glass. He pulled it out and Vince clenched his ass as hard as he could to make sure nothing leaked out as he was lowered back onto the table. Matt threw the empty vial on the bed and positioned his huge cock at Vinces’ opening, ready to enter. I picked up the vial and poured one last drop of blood onto my finger, then promptly stuck that finger inside me to at least get a small sample of what my husband was getting. Before returning the vial to the table next to the bed, I looked a bit closer at the label. It had a biohazard symbol, the letters HIV+, and a name. It said “Anthony”. Shocked, I looked at Anthony and said: - “Did you know?”, then I handed the vial over to Anthony who looked at the label. - “No! What the fuck! I was wondering why they took so much blood from me! Do you do this to all your patients?” - “Just the cute ones.”, Matt said, smiled and rubbed his pre-cum over Vinces’ hole. - “I guess you’re Anthony then?”, Eddie said and stuck his hand out to greet him. - “I am. Nice to meet you. We didn’t really have time to get introduced as I was in a hurry to unload…”, Anthony said with a laugh. Anthony, Eddie and I sat down on the chairs, jerking our cocks to enjoy the show. Matt asked Vince if he was ready, and as Vince nodded, he started to push himself into my husbands’ blood and cum filled hole. Vinces’ eyes rolled back into his head with pain, as Matts’ beer can thick cock started to rip into him. Matt didn’t stop. He wanted to tear up Vinces’ insides so that the blood and the poz loads would be able to enter him without any resistance. Vince, however stoic, was showing signs of intense pain, and tears were starting to roll from his eyes. I pulled my chair up closer, took his hand, kissed his tears away and said: - “You can do it baby! It’ll soon be over! I love you so much!” - “I can’t! The pain is just too much!”, he cried. “But I want it so fucking bad. I need it! You must finish inside me, but the pain! You’re a doctor, can’t you just sedate me or something?”, he continued. - “Eddie? What to you think?”, Matt said, looking at the doctor, still fucking Vince without missing a beat, not giving a fuck about the pain he was inflicting. Eddie got up from the chair, still naked and with his hard cock dripping pre-cum. He walked over to a cabinet and took out a gas mask attached to a tube, then connected the tube to a thing in the wall and turned a knob. Gas started hissing out. He put the mask to his own face first, took a deep breath and wheezed “Fuck, I love this…”, then put his cock in the mask to smear his pre-cum on the inside before putting it over Vinces’ mouth and nose. - “This will make the pain go away and will make you want even more than you’re already getting. Take deep breaths!” Vince took deep breaths and soon he was starting to relax and really enjoying the ride, moaning and begging for more. Doctor Eddie, riding on his nitrous high, opened a bag he had under his desk and pulled out a big butt plug that he placed on the chair and then sat down on with a moan. He watched Matt fucking Vince while jerking off. Vince reached up to Matts’ nipples and started pinching them and told Matt to squeeze his balls. Matt was taking his time, and Vince was getting impatient. His begging turned to shouting demands at Matt; “HARDER! DEEPER! FASTER! SQUEEZE MY BALLS HARDER! BREED ME! POZ ME!”. The nipple pinching turned to violent squeezing and twisting, and Matt was squeezing Vinces’ balls hard, trying to return the pain that he was getting. We onlookers could tell that Matt was hurting quite a bit. Matt put himself into an even higher gear and pounded away with all he had until he exploded inside Vince with a roar that could surely be heard through the entire building. He was shaking, as load after load was pumping out him and into Vince. For a moment I thought he was going to pass out as he looked pale and almost blue in the face, but after a few deep breaths he returned to pink and steadied himself. Vince pulled the gas mask off and let it fall to the floor, then took some deep breaths of fresh air to return to normal. - “That was fucking incredible. But don’t pull out yet, I don’t think I can close myself up just yet! I don’t have control over my hole.”, he said. - “If I could I’d stay in you forever. Your ass is incredible!”, Matt said lovingly.

Not sure what's gotten into me, but theres a lot more of this story coming out of me now! Enjoy another chapter! And there's lot's more to cum! ---------------------------------- We arrived at the clinic five minutes before the appointed time. Vince announced his arrival with the receptionist, and we all sat down in the sofas in the waiting room. Anthony had accompanied us, wanting to see the action for himself, but since Vince had no idea what was going to happen it was under the pretence that we were all going for dinner after his appointment. 18.45 passed and the clock approached 19.00 when the clinic would close. 18.59 Matt arrived in the waiting room, calling Vinces’ name and apologizing for the delay. We all stood up, as if we were all going to the exam room, but Matt quickly motioned for us to sit down. - “Oh, you brought company? You can just wait here, no problem. If someone asks you to leave because we’re closing, just say that Matt said it was ok for you to wait here.”, he said and winked at me, flashing a cheeky smile. They left us there, went to the exam room and closed the door behind them. - “That’s weird, aren’t we going to get to see the show?”, Anthony asked. - “Knowing Matt and seeing that wink I suspect they have some kind of plan laid out already.”, I said and grabbed my stiffening cock. A few minutes later my phone rang. A FaceTime call from Matts personal mobile phone. I picked up and looked at the screen while moving closer to Anthony so he could see as well. On the screen was Matt, smiling and holding a finger over his lips to let us know we should be quiet. I muted the microphone as Matt positioned his phone so that we could see everything that was going on in the exam room. As I realised what was about to happen, I started a screen recording of the video call, then took out my Bluetooth headphones, inserted one in my ear and gave the other to Anthony so we could both hear what was going on in there. Vince was laying on his side on the exam bed, pants down by his knees with his beautiful hairless ass exposed to Doctor Eddie who was sitting on a stool behind him. - “Ok, it’s going to feel a bit cold now from the lube, I will start by taking the rectal samples.”, Doctor Eddie said as he inserted the lubed plastic speculum into Vince. He pulled out the plug and a gush of semen flowed out of it, but Eddie was prepared and managed to catch it all in a plastic mug. - “Wow, that’s a lot of cum in your ass. You’ve had fun apparently! Don’t worry, I will put it all back once I am done with the samples.” Vince tried to turn his head, I could tell that he was surprised by what the doctor said, but he quickly relaxed back down on the bed. Eddie took the samples, then pushed Vince onto his stomach and poured the cum back in through the speculum. Matt silently snuck up behind Vinces’ ass and looked straight into the phone camera as he opened his mouth and tilted his head back, allowing Eddie to pour the last drops of cum into his mouth. Eddie then pulled the speculum out and placed it in Matts mouth, as if he was some kind of equipment holder. Matt just smiled and gave us a little show of how much he enjoyed thoroughly cleaning the cum of it with his tongue. - “There you go, all the cum back where it’s supposed to be.”, Eddie said and gave Vince a light slap on the butt. Eddie hesitated for a second, but I could see the lust in his eyes as he gave in to his desires, placed one hand on each of my husband’s cheeks, pulled them apart and dove into it sticking his tongue as far up in his ass as he possibly could. Vince moaned and pushed back, now becoming fully aware of how great this clinic was. Eddie was eating him lustfully while pulling Vinces pants of completely, then moving on to shedding his own clothes. Matt had already stripped off all his clothes and moved into position in front of Vince. I thought he was going to face fuck him, but instead he turned his ass towards Vince who immediately started eating him out. I don’t think I’ve ever had Vince eating my ass, so I felt a bit jealous about that. Anthony and I were still in the waiting room and getting incredibly uncomfortable with our rock-hard cocks still contained in our pants. We wanted nothing more than to join in and see the show up close, or at least let our monsters out so they could breathe properly, but we understood that it would look a bit weird to the other staff if we entered an exam room that was occupied. Or if we were masturbating in the waiting room for that matter. The ass eating session in the exam room went on for five minutes and then Eddie climbed on top of Vince and inserted himself. Vince moaned loudly as Eddie slid his hard cock over his prostate. Matt turned around and started face fucking my husband, smiling to the camera knowing that we were watching everything. He looked at his watch and signed to the camera by tapping the watch and holding up five fingers. Five more minutes I guessed it meant. - “Hello there, we’re closing up the clinic now, who are you waiting for?”, a female nurse said, surprising us as we were completely focused on the phone screen. We awkwardly adjusted ourselves, trying to hide our boners. - “Oh, uhm, yes, my husband is in with Doctor Eddie. Matt said it was OK for us to wait here. They should be done soon.” - “Alright then, I know they were running a bit late, so I guess that’s fine. I’ll just lock up here and head on home, Matt will let you out then. Bye now!” The nurse left and locked the front door behind her. We were all alone at the clinic along with the guys in the exam room. I immediately grabbed Anthony’s cock, he grabbed mine and we started rubbing each other. - “Can we take them out now, what you think?”, he said - “I guess so…”, I replied as I opened his pants, took out his cock and sucked up all that delicious poz pre-cum that was flowing out of him. It didn’t last long until we were both completely naked in the waiting room, sucking and jerking each other off while watching and hearing my husband getting split roasted by the doctor and the nurse in the room next to us. Both Anthony and I had to stop each other from touching our cocks as we were so fucking close to coming. The whole scene was just too hot to watch, and we didn’t want to waste our loads. The sounds and the quickening pace of Doctor Eddie made it obvious that he was getting close, and within 10 seconds he was roaring as he dumped his load deep into my husband. Matt motioned to the camera that we should come in. We entered the exam room just as Eddie was pulling out. Anthony couldn’t last another second and literally ran up to Vince, jumped on top of the table just as his cock started spewing its load. The first rope landed over Vinces’ hole, but the following were planted deep inside. Even though I wasn’t even touching myself I could feel the point of no return moving closer and closer. Anthony needed to finish quickly, or I would be blasting all over the floor! The solution to the problem however was named Eddie, as he backed himself up on my cock making me explode inside him before even being halfway in. The orgasm was so intense that my vision blacked out for a second, and my legs gave way and I stumbled into a position of hanging over the back of Eddie.

I try to be as rational as I can. There are several supposed reasons why someone chases. Sense of community? Taking destiny under control? Liberation from anxiety and stress associated to STI probability? Or even a sort of biological connection among people living the same experiences. Last but not least, the toxic masculinity associating the man's identity to someone whose penis changes others' life permanently - being it pregnancy or HIV, a sort of "super-power". Then homophobia and stigma which always consider you to be destined to HIV and death, and you try to have that under your control. They're assumptions and everyone has their reasons, but I think that as far as you fly with fantasy, there's no harm. If fantasy then turns into desire (I mean wanting to make it concrete), judgments are not the solution. I've honestly spent years wondering why I have this fantasy; in the end I decided to embrace it as it is without any longer questions.

I make a point of telling new/potential bottoms that while I prefer a "clean" hole (in terms of feces, not cum), if "shit happens," I'm not going to freak out. The hole that we both derive pleasure from has a primary function unlrelated to the pleasure that we're enjoying... Because I have numerous food sensitivity/constipation issues, I have a douche attached to my shower. Co-ink-a-dick-tally, bottoms can take advantage to refresh or even clean themselves.... 😉

Brandon being almost as tall as I was didn't make it difficult to attach his limbs at the edges. I knew the length I was used to would be the same. His ass now spread wider, I can see the tight puckered hole contracting and expanding with my precum dripping out more than before. I had underestimated myself. Seeing his buns jiggle from the slap I gave inspired a series of several more that left Brandon to moan differently. Of course, I had to finger him to know how much of my precum was in him. His insides were warm with its texture like velvet. I was impressed at how tight he still was when I felt his grip as I pulled out to offer a taste. Like a thirsty bitch he slurped, expecting more. A testament to how cum craved he was. I continued to collect my precum out of him. Impatient, I dived to eating his hole out, sucking it in hopes of easing it for what's coming. Though I rarely kiss the initiates, it would be a transgression to waste cum in the brotherhod. My lips met Brandon's with my tongue pushing my runny fluid into him without a protest. He lapped the outline of my mouth to savour the most of it. In vain, he tried to reach up to my mouth again as our lips parted when I stood, salivating for more. I stared down to the desperate look he gave, panting with the last drops of precum I fed dripping down both sides of his chin from the edge of his mouth. I held his head with my thumbs brushing it back in. "Don't you worry, I got you." He nodded silently, signalling gratitude. It wasn't enough for me. Still cradling his head with the palm of my right hand, I pulled it off to give him a light slap. "What do you say?" "Thank you" "You're very welcome" Brandon's hole now 'clean', it was time. 6 different toys were taken out from the bag. 3 butt plugs, 2 beads and 1 dildo that was as long as a wine bottle with the girth of a can. All in full steel. I decided on the first plug and placed the rest in each cells of the pentagram that was carved under the mattress. One of the 5 candles at each point were lit & I dipped the first plug in a jar of cum that the Brotherhood contributed. Before inserting, I sprinkled a pinch of T to freshen him up. He was starting to get quiet. Slowly his hole was intruded by the cold, steel glazed bulb that brought his loud screech back. The moment his rectum took it in, I heard a long sigh. I stood up to view the base of the plug in between his peachy buns slowly bouncing itself up and down to match his inner contractions. It wouldn't be long til his deep breaths returned back to the hungry huffs and pants I had earlier heard. When half the candle turned to wax, it was time to move on. Brandon screamed his loudest when the plug was pulled out. A scream of relief with a lasting yearn. The plug wasn't glossy as before, indicating how absorbent his hole was. I could see how spun Brandon was again with the sweat he produced. I pulled his long fringe back to the back of his head in a clip and wiped his face. I still had compassion. His hole was wide open, far from closing up in its contraction. It was now blooming. The beads were next. 7 balls with size starting as small as a golf ball to a softball. Brandon diligently took each ball without a flinch until the last. It posed a challenge. He moaned louder as I introduced the final sphere into him. His hole enveloped a quarter of it before we came to a halt. "Breathe slowly. Believe in your calling. Know what you were made for. Go on.." Dead silence with only the sound his sweat drops, Brandon quietly inhaled as much as he could to allow the ball in, swallowing itself from my push. The sight of the loop curving itself was perfect. The beads were in him til the rest of the candle finished burning. The pure bliss he felt from the beads ceased when I pulled out the largest ball. Gradually the 3 balls were pulled out of him with moans that made my cock twitch. I enjoyed the spun sounds that Brandon made. It kept me hard. The change of his pitch in his moans and the rapid pantings he produced were music to me. I pulled the last 4 instantly to hear the loud tune of his cries. "How are you feeling?" "FF--f-fucking great please fill my hole, please.." The trembled stuttering voice caused my rock hard cock leak. I had to properly breed him. My plunge into him was smooth like butter thanks to his loose hole. I rammed rougher with a kind of vigour I didn't know I had. It was crucial to hear his yelps in rhythm with my charged load building itself up. The louder it was, the closer I got. "Are you ready? Tell me you want it, prove it!" "I fucking want it please, I surrender myself to you, make me your sacrifice, give me your seed I fucking beg you" It was the longest string of sentence I've heard from him since the 2nd booty bump. He shouted it clear with conviction, full consciousness. Unable to hold it any longer, I clasped onto his back as I release the potent life changing load into Brandon, losing track of the number of ropes I had came in him. Was it 6? 8? The orgasm was long and intense. I held onto him for a while, sensing my seed leaking. I popped in the other butt plug. "T-t-thank you..." "We're only halfway done bitch." I stood back to the sight of his back glistening from the light of all the newly lit candles surrounding us. Perhaps it was time to brand him. It would be less painful either way in this state. That was what I had experienced. I headed to the stove with the iron rod displaying the insignia. Waiting it to heat up, I placed my hand to feel the back my neck, tracing the shape of the pentagram scar I received more than a decade ago. As I checked for the iron glowing, I fully see that it was actually a sigil of baphomet. I rushed to turn my back into a mirror to inspect myself. It was there. I could feel the outlines of the figure protruding out my skin. It didn't take long for the rod to be red-hot. I had to mentally prepare myself from not coming again from Brandon's screams.

My boyfriend and I had been together since highschool. We were each others first everything. While we went long distance for college, since he wanted to go to school in New York and I didn’t, we had moved in together after graduation a few months ago. Everything was going pretty well, Martin did like to go out to the bars a lot but that never bothered me I was confident in our relationship if he went all of college without cheating there was no way he was going to start now. On Thursday night as I was sliding the condom on my average if a bit skinny five inch cock Martin spoke up. ”Would you want to come with me and some of my friends to this gay bar tomorrow night. I’ve never been and it sounds really fun” ”I don’t know” I replied “ I’ve never loved gay bars or bars in general” “Oh come on chris please I don’t want to have to go home alone since all my friends are single” ”fine I’ll go” I relented as I pushed into Martins hole. He released a light moan as I began to pound into him. Martin had always been the bottom even though he had a far bigger cock. He tried to fuck me once but it was way too big to fit. Now he kept his cock in a cage. He had since his sophomore year of college he always said it let him focus on his ass. I had asked where he got the idea and he always avoided the question. He had gotten several tattoos during his time in college as well. He had a lock tattooed right above his penis as well as the word pig tattooed on his asscheek. Right now I was looking at the biohazard tattoo he had right above his ass. I had asked what these tattoos mean but he always just said he liked them. I shot my load into the condom after about 4 minutes then laid down and went to sleep as Martin cleaned up. The next day after work Martin and I were getting ready for the bar. As I was putting on a pair of jeans I saw Martin put on a tiny bright red thong I’d never seen before. “Did you get a new thong” I asked “No I’ve had it for a while” he responded as he slid into a pair of leather pants. “Hmm I’ve never seen it” “Oh I guess I’ve never had a reason to wear it around you” he said I was wondering what that meant as I made us drinks before we left. Both Martin and I would be called twinks. I had very little hair naturally and Martin was always waxed. We met up with Martins friends outside the bar. They were a pretty standard group of young gays who I’d met once or twice. The bar was called the bloody scorpion. As we got the the front Martin hugs the bouncer who whispers something in his ear before slapping his ass and sending him on in. “ I thought you said you had never been here before” I asked Martin as we walked into what seemed like a locker room. “ I haven’t I just know Greg” he responded as he slid off his jeans. “Why are you getting undressed” I asked “Oh did I forget to tell you oops this bar is clothing optional” “Yeah you forgot” I said shitily as I stripped to my plain white boxers We went up to the bar to order drinks and Martin gave the bartender a peck on the lips as we got there. I was fuming when he handed me my drink and drank it down quickly. After finishing my drink I hear a deam voice yell “hey there’s my boy” and turn to see a near god of a man. He was probably 6’4 with a thick well muscled body that was covered in thick hair. He wore only a white jock that barely contained his massive bulge. He had a thick chain around his nick and a well kept brown beard. I was surprised when he walked up to Martin and took him in a hug grabbing his ass in the process. I tried to stand up to say something but I suddenly felt really light headed. I decided to sit back down and have another drink while Martin cuddled up with the mystery man to my right. After finishing my second drink I was feeling really drowsy when I heard moaning to my side I looked over and see my boyfriend Martin bent over the bar getting fucked by the stranger. I stand up to punch the dude but get pulled away by Greg the bouncer. He dragged me into a back room and threw me down on the couch. “ look asshole I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but nobody fucks with the boss and his boy” he yelled at me “His boy?” I slurred back “ Martins my boyfriend” “Oh now I see” he said seeming to calm down “ my bad man I get that it’s probably hard to see your boyfriend getting breed but you shouldn’t get jealous like that” Greg sat down on the couch next to me “ look I know after two shoots of g your probably horny as hell but if the boss hasn’t bred you yet the attacking one of his boys isn’t going to make him.” “What the hell are you talking about I don’t want him to fuck me” I slurred out again. Confused about everything he was saying as my head felt foggy “ there’s no need to be ashamed man you already recognized that your boyfriend needs true fulfillment from the boss now every thing else is easy.” He said soothingly “ I didn’t recognize shit” I yelled back “Shh it’s ok how about I breed you tonight so you don’t feel left out I know I’m not as good as Bo’s but I’m still pretty good.” I tried to protest but there was suddenly a bottle of poppers under my nose and my protests fell away. I felt Greg pick me up like I was nothing and bend me over the couch. I heard my underwear get torn in the back and while I expected him to slowly open me up as I was still an anal virgin he slammed into me full force. My dry hole burned as he forced what felt like a horse cock into my virgin hole. It felt like I was being torn in two as Greg pounded into me. I felt myself losing consciousness as I looked over at the door and see Martin standing there nude with cum dripping down his legs and what looks like a crack pipe in his mouth

It has been a while since I posted a story so here is a quicky... Another Bookstore Visit by austinsubmale I went to the adult bookstore again the other day. When I got there I chatted up the lady at the counter a bit like usual then I went into the video booth arcade. There weren't many people there, but there was a guy in one of the back booths. He was sitting on the bench stroking his dick and when I stuck my head in he told me to come in and suck his dick so I got on my knees and took his dick in my mouth and I sucked him until he shot his cum down my throat. His cum was tangy as his dick pulled back across my tongue. Then he got up and left. I went to another booth and got on my phone and opened a location based app, you probably know which one I am talking about. Pretty soon a guy messaged me and said he was on his way to the bookstore. I was excited when I saw on his profile that his status was "Positive". When he pulled into the parking log he messaged me again and asked me what booth I was in. I messaged back #7, my lucky booth. Pretty soon he came into the booth with me and we both got undressed. I was sitting on the bench and I sucked him until his dick was hard. It was much larger than the previous guy's dick. I was definitely looking forward to this. He told me to bend over against the bench and then he slid his big dick into my hole until he was balls deep. Then he pulled almost all the way back out and then back in. It felt so good. He really pumped me hard and then he got faster then stopped and I could feel his dick pulse. He held there for a while then started moving again. I could feel it rubbing my prostate. He pounded me good and then came again. He pulled out, wiped his dick on a towelette I gave him and then he left. I could still feel it in my ass as I put my clothes on and then I went to another booth, a dark one with a glory hole. I got down on my hands and knees and waited at the glory hole until a dick was pushed through. I licked the head and then sucked on it. While I was doing that a guy came into the dark booth with me. He felt my butt and I kept sucking the dick through the glory hole. Then he fingered me but I kept sucking as I felt his cock head slide up and down until it found my hole and pushed in. He fingered my ass then put his dick in, he had lubed up his fingers and my hole. It was a pretty good sized dick but it didn't hurt. He fucked me for a while then he came too, whispering in my ear to take his hot load. The guy with his dick in the glory hole also came and I swallowed it down. After that I got dressed then went to the theater room. A very thin guy was fucking a black guy with dreads on one of the back futons when I got there. He was really fucking hard and fast. I got undressed again and got down on the futon with my ass up. When the top guy pulled out he had a very long dick, probably 10"+ and it was still hard. He saw me with my ass ready and he got behind me and mounted my ass and he pawed at my man tits as he pounded me super hard and fast like the other guy. It hurt a little. He didn't last long, maybe 5 minutes before he came again, filling my hole with another load. He slapped my ass and called me a slut as he pulled out. The black guy with the dreads then got behind me and took his turn on my ass. His dick wasn't as long but it was super thick and really stretched my hole wide open. I didn't really mind but I was getting a little sore by the time he came and pulled out. My hole didn't close up right away and I could feel it leaking down my leg a little. He told me that both he and the guy who had been fucking him were poz and not on meds and I probably would be poz now too. I could still feel the charged loads in my ass all the way home. I can't wait to go again.

“Oh GOD I’ve missed this cock daddy!!” I wailed as my top relentlessly hammered into my ass. Flat on my back he held my ankles and spread my legs wide, I groaned and held onto his ass with one hand and stroked his chest with the other. I played with with nipple and traced my fingers down his powerful body, coming to rest on the biohazard tattoo on his hip. He smirked and spit into my open mouth. I swallowed greedily. “Yea that’s right baby, take that big poz cock, you like that? Better than your boyfriend’s?” My own big dick got painfully hard at this, but nobody moved to touch it. My dick didn’t matter tonight. I wondered briefly if it ever would again. “Fuck yes daddy poz my ass!! It was the first time I had said this. It was a long time coming. We had met years earlier on Grindr. He was poz, I was on PrEP, we fucked a bunch and it was always amazing. I was twinkier then. Slender and toned with a thick 8.5” dick and a tight ass both of which got me lots and lots of attention. I was immediately attracted to him, 10 years older than me and my height but had about 50 pounds on me. He had thick muscled arms and legs, a big chest, and a bit of a gut. A man who liked to workout and eat. My kind of man. Of course what really got my attention was his 9” dick - long and straight and perfectly thick. I was taking a lot of dick back then so I could take him no problem, for me, that was boyfriend dick. We used condoms at first, his choice. Then one night he asked me if I prefer it bare. Without thinking I said yes. He slid into me raw and we never looked back. He fucked me regularly for 3 months. I was vers but he never showed an interest in bottoming and I never wanted to top him. I loved his dick too much. Then the unthinkable happened, unthinkable to me anyway. I met a boy. We fell in love. And within a few weeks I went from being sluttiest guy any of my friends knew to being a one man man. My boyfriend is adorable. A tight bodied little blond twink with perfectly proportioned muscles and an entirely adequate dick. Not that he used it much. He was a total bottom. And we were happy for a long while! But 5 years on and my gaze was starting to wander. I hadn’t been fucked since the last time poz daddy dropped a load up me, and I was getting the itch. At 29 my body had changed a bit. More of a twunk now, I spend a lot of time at the gym. Firm pecs, a flat stomach, round tight ass, powerful legs and arms. I have a little chest hair and light dusting around my hole. My boyfriend worked in finance and was getting pretty senior. He came home one night and said that he’s been asked to set up a new satelite office. In Singapore. He would be gone four months. I wish I could say I didn’t immediately start thinking about getting fucked but. I did. Life continued on as normal for the next few weeks as he got ready to go. Tearful goodbyes and plans made for visiting and FaceTiming, and he was off. I would miss him, of course, but I couldn’t wait to get back to my old ways. Were we in an open relationship? Not exactly. We left it vague as to what we were allowed to do. Something of a don’t ask don’t tell policy which is definitely a recipe for disaster but…. I did not care. I was too horny. By the time he was in the air, the apps were on my phone and I had douched for the first time in five years. I had the first halfway decent looking guy with a halfway decent dick at my apartment within 30 minutes of logging in and was screaming as I came all over my abs with his cock pumping his own orgasm into the condom deep in my ass 10 minutes after that. I was happy. I wanted more. I felt guilty. I wanted more. Complex feelings made the sex better. The next day was another. And another after that. The guilt lessened. The following weekend I was at the gym in my normal getup. Jock under some booty shorts and a little tank top. I had take to going to the gym cleaned out just in case. I was stretching after my last set in a corner when I felt a hand on the small of my back and a deep voice at my ear… ”You look good, bitch.” My dick swelled. I turned. It was poz daddy. I hadn’t seen him since our last fuck, not even around the neighborhood. “Holy shit!” I beamed at him. My cock became rock hard and very visible in my tiny shorts. He looked much the same. Bigger than I remember. He had put on some more muscle but his gut had grown a bit too. I didn’t mind one fucking bit. “Been living in SF for a while. Just moved back. You still got my number?” ”Ah no sir…. I don’t” ”Doesn’t matter. You free tonight? I need back in that pussy of yours” ”I’m free now” ”Damn right you are. Let’s go shower” We walked to the locker room. My locker was across the aisle from his. I stripped deliberately. Slowly. Angled so he had full view of my ass as I slipped my shorts down over the hard muscle. My cock was hard the entire time. I grabbed a towel to hide it on my way to the shower but he appeared at my shoulder. ”no. Walk to the shower naked. Show yourself off. Show all these boys what a prime piece of jock pussy you are.” So with a chubby dick I sauntered to the shower. My daddy right behind me. I chose a stall in the back. He glanced over his shoulder at some twink and winked as he opened the door and followed me in. It’s a gay gym, so this type of thing is not uncommon but to do it so blatantly after parading me through the room and in the middle of the day…. I was horned up beyond belief. I went to kiss him but he stopped me. “Not yet slut. soap up. I wanna watch you” So I did. Putting on a bit of a show. My dick fully hard, as was his. My mouth aching to suck him. My hole twitching, remembering how good he felt inside me. “Good boy. Rinse off and meet outside.” He left. I waited. Turning the water to freezing to get my dick to go down. I got dressed. Little denim shorts and tank. I could feel the eyes on me. Outside he grabbed my hand and we silently walked the few blocks to his place like we were boyfriends. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. His apartment was on the top floor of a townhouse. Studio. Messy. Dark. None of which mattered. Once inside he turned to me like a cat who had just caught a bird. His big hands grabbed my ass and pulled me close. His belly pressing to my flat, hard stomach. “Been a long time boy. Whatchu been up to?” His lips grazed my ear as he almost whispered to me. Shivers went down my spine. “ahhh. Boyfriend” I managed ”still with him?” ”yes. Out of town” ”mmmmm naughty boy. Daddy likes that. Still on PrEP?” ”no sir” ”and yet you’re here with me?” “Yes sir” I gasped, as his hand squeezed tighter ”so me how much you missed me, baby” And with that I had my clothes off in an instant and dropped to my knees. I nuzzled his crotch, receiving an appreciative groan from daddy. I undid his pants and fished his magnificent fully hard perfect cock out and engulfed it in my eager mouth. I was out of practice and I choked and sputtered but he seemed to like that even more as his hands found my head and started to take control. After a few minutes I pulled off to catch my breath and grazed up at him lustily as I tongue bathed his shaft and balls. I wanted more. I wanted all of him. My hands reached up to his waistband and pulled his pants further down so I could have better access. My tongue snaked all around his big, heavy balls down to his taint. I swiveled my body around, hands reaching to his ass and pulled apart his cheeks. He let out a surprised groan as my traced a circle around his hole eventually plunging in as deep as I could. I ate his ass hungrily, something I never did with my tops. But I wanted everything his body had to offer. I wanted to please him. And suddenly he pulled me up, looked into my eyes, and tossed me on the bed like a ragdoll. I wanted to kiss him. I tried. But he kept far enough away, smirking all the while. He stripped his shirt off and I saw for the first time in 5 years his massive chest and big belly with that familiar biohazard tat above his hip. His pants still bunched at his feet he moved the one step to meet me on the bed. My legs parted. My cock bounced, my hole winked in anticipation. Climbing between my legs his cock dropped and hovered right outside my hole. ”You want it?” ”Pleeeaaase I whined” He started to push into me. I gasped. ”Tighter than you used to be, bitch!” ”Been topping” ”Big top man turns into a greedy little bottom fag as soon as he sees his daddy, eh?” I nodded. “That’s hot, baby boy.” Feeling the resistance he grabbed some lube and poppers from the nightstand “Here. You get this today only.” I was grateful. He squirted lube into my hand “Put it on me” I did feeling his massive length and getting even more turned on. I fed his cock back into me and groaned as he rested there just the head inside as he uncapped the poppers and fed them to me. My head swimming from the chemicals, hole relaxing he pressed on. With agonizing and tantalizing slowness he bottomed out in me, his pubes pressed against me and I cried out in a mixture of pain and bliss as my re-Virginized hole was stretched. He grinded around deep inside me as I panted and grasped at his back. “Ready boy?” ”Fuck yes sir!!” ”Gonna let me cum in you?” I hesitated, “I’m not on-“ ”Pretty sure I’m undetectable. So you’re good.” I relaxed And so he began Slowly at first. Making me feel each and every inch as he slowly withdrew his dick to the tip and plunged it equally slowly back in. He had me to riled up before long I was pulling him back into me harder and faster, desperate for more of his perfect dick. It hurt, but I didn’t care . I was a man possessed. And so was he. After a few minutes he pulled all the way out of me and stood back to admire my sweaty body with my newly gaping pussy. Not wanting to be without him inside me for too long I jumped up and was back on my knees in front of him, sinking my mouth down his dick, so horny and popped up now I felt his cock slip into my throat and he groaned loudly as my forehead came to rest on his belly and my nose in his pubes. He fucked my throat a bit before he threw me back on the bed, spread my legs wide and plunged back into me. I cried out in pain and pleasure as he pummeled me so deeply. ”Yeah baby take that big poz cock, you like that? Better than your boyfriend’s?” ”Fuck yeah daddy poz my ass!” I had no idea where it came from but he loved that, and before long he was cumming deep inside of me as I grabbed onto his ass holding him deep inside as he and I quivered together. My muscles flexing. My dick harder than it’s been in years leaked all over my tight abs. Only then did he kiss me. Only then, did I cum.

Alternatively, this Supreme Court might simply find a pretext for striking down the Respect for Marriage Act. At this point, with the Court firmly in the hands of right-wingers, you can't really put anything past them; and if Trump were elected this November, expect at least Alito (age 74) to resign so that Trump could appoint a 40-year old replacement who's just as far right. You might even see Thomas (age 75) doing the same, although he's privately said he wants to stay on as long as he's able. Our only prospects for regaining sanity on the Court lie in Alito and Thomas both dying during Democratic presidential terms where we also have the Senate (because I can't see either retiring under those circumstances). Gloomy outlook to say the least.

Agreed, and I must have been really full of cum, just got fucked since the last post, and the tops cock was covered in last night's cum when he pulled out the 1st time I licked it up thinking it was his, but it wasn't. Luckily he thought it was hot and did proceed to pound me more and load me up!

Here's a shot of Mine !

I had sex with someone who was on house arrest, and he was nice enough to tell me in advance over the phone he could only stay an hour. It was like 11 pm on a weeknight, he lived maybe a five minute drive from me. He asked me if I would be offended if it was something quick and after looking at his photos I said no problem. Well, he got to my place and we had some chemistry, so after "round 1" we went and sat in my living room and he explained what had happened and why he was on house arrest. A drink, a smoke, and he asked me if I was ready to go for "round 2". I was really impressed with just how good he was in bed and I happily agreed. It wasn't more than 5 minutes after he shot his second load his phone went off, and sure enough, it was a probation officer telling him he would be arriving shortly but considering the late hour he was giving him some notice. I never saw someone put on their clothes and fly out my front door so quickly. He messaged me the next day, he got home before the probation officer arrived, and it was basically a "bed check". He had maybe two beers at my house, but this was no drug or alcohol test so he was fine. I continued to have sex with this guy maybe twice a month for the next four years, before I moved to my current residence. Ironically, we were both born on the same month and day, unfortunately not the same year. I still text him on our shared birthday, he ended up having a felony on his record but he avoided jail time. I appreciated his honesty that first night, I am so happy I said yes.

There’s no doubt in my mind about two things. 1. The more I cum the more I want to fuck; receiving, giving, sucking, being sucked it doesn’t matter. 2. The concept of being in heat is real. There are some strings of days or a week when my husband fucks me like he’s a teenager and can go twelve times a day or more; and there are similar periods where I MUST have it … over and over and over again and it’s still all I can think or dream about.

Those of us that have experienced a few Presidential elections through the years, have always heard words to the effect that "THIS is the most important election in decades", issued in Stentorian Tones by respected politicians, maybe to the point that we simply tune these types of claims out automatically. We think "yeah, yeah, same old rhetoric, we've heard it so many times before ..." This time however, it's actually the case. The enemies of Freedom for All have been planning this kind of putsch for decades, and now - in their myopic eyes - it's a "last chance" election to destroy the institutions of our nation once and for all. We see what the Heritage Foundation has wrought with the Supreme Court. We see examples of repressions advancing in States across the nation. While the underlying reasons for this bitterness in our misguided fellow citizens may vary from person to person, the fact is they've been working towards the Totalitarian Agenda for years, quietly, behind the scenes, and they see this upcoming election as their Final Battle with secularism, humanistic government, those who believe differently from themselves. They've tried and failed in countless half-measures, and now they're going Full Frontal in their assault on what the United States has stood for since the Civil War. I'm not saying our Government is perfect, in some areas, far from it. I'm saying it's the best chance humanity has to advance, to make the idea of Government by all the people, for all the people, instead of a ruling class dominating everyone else that has surfaced in centuries. When the intellectually lazy, indifferent to anything other then their own smallish notions, listen to false prophets, the Noble Experiment is threatened. Far from perfect, yet still holding hope for improving the lot of all, our Democracy is (as the benighted constantly rail against), the best hope humankind has yet come up with. John Oliver has been using the construct of comedy for some time now to help us wipe the film of hatred from our eyes, and I hope that everyone laughs first, and then takes his message to heart. Thanks so much for sharing this, tallslenderboy.

Conversely, and on the positive side (at least for me). That same second hold/sigmoid curve is a sweet spot for breeding/being bred. When a Top gets His seed or piss in that part of a bottoms gut, it can be more easily retained and absorbed. i've slept all night with a Mans piss in me and ended up absorbing most of it, and the next morning when i pee, i can smell His piss mixed in my pee and know He's impregnated me. That drives me wild.

Dude I am the same way, the need overtakes me and I just have to let any guy breed me

I do ass to mouth. Well I am a pig after all.

I fucking love ass to mouth.

Wow. Fucking wow!

Chicago—August, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off.) I can’t stop licking the remains of the cum out of my fuckbud’s DP-ed ass. I finally tap his thighs and he gets off me. I go off, looking to see what else is happening. There are two couples fucking, side by side in the master bedroom. They seem really into each other and not looking for additional men. I walk downstairs to the basement. Both slings are busy. The couch is alive with cocksuckers and ass eaters. The bed must have 8 or more men on it, all fucking. Some bottoms are on their backs, others are on all fours. One lies on his side so he can get fucked by a guy standing to the side, but he can also suck the cock of another bottom. I stand and watch. A top takes a breather, pulling out of a hot young man on all fours. I step up. He takes my tongue, without even bothering to look to see who is using him next. I eat his juicy hole for a long time, giving my cock some rest. I stand up and insert. Well, that makes him turn around. He groans out his pleasure. I fuck him rather hard and fast. The top to my left moves to another willing ass. I shift, too, to a muscled Black guy, nearing 40. He’s on his back, and I love seeing the waves of pleasure register on his face from the fuck I am giving him. We switch up again. It’s not quite a true rotation around the bed, but soon I have sampled every ass there. I end up across the bed from the cute house guest I met before the party started. He is fucking a younger blond. He waves me over and we take turns on the young man—one of us in his mouth and one in ass and then we reverse. The house guest has a nice seven incher. I take to cleaning his cock when we rotate—and he does mine. “Will you fuck me now?” I nod. I have only seen him top all evening. We wait until one of the slings is free. I help him in and get his legs into the stirrups. He has pulled his designer jock to the side and is beating his long, thin cock in expectation. I go to my knees and bury my face in his all but hairless hole. Well, I may not have seen it, but he’s gotten fucked by someone. I dig in. He groans. “Do you like those loads?” he asks. I make some sort of affirmative sound into his gym-built butt. He responds by pushing a little. The cum in his ass literally squirts into my open mouth. I swallow some—and spit some into my palm to coat my cock. I stand up. “My cock is covered with those loads you just pushed into my mouth,” I tell him as my cock enters him for the first time. “I want to churn them deeper into your ass.” This makes him groan loudly and stroke his drooling dick faster. My hand mops up some of his precum. I stop fucking, pull out partially and wipe it on my dick. The Black guy I fucked earlier on the bed comes over and plays with the pretty boy’s nipples as I fuck. I see the cock on the Black guy hard for the first time—it is my size and rampant. I grin and ask if he wants a turn. The house guest is all about this. I pull out and tell him the new top he doesn’t need lube as there is so much cum in him. He slides in and I stand to the side and jerk. The new top gives him a rougher fuck. When he pulls out, his cock is covered in cum. I clean it—and spit it back on my meat before I re-enter. House Guest is jerking faster as the two of us take turns on his ass. When I finally pull out, New Top goes to his knees and cleans me up. He drools the used load back onto his cock and inserts it into House Guest’s cute butt one more time… * I whore around a little more in the basement before going upstairs. Zane finds me on the staircase. He leads me upstairs. His smaller room is filled. We find room on the bed in the master bedroom. He gets on all fours and I bury my face in his hairy ass. I eat him for a long time—again, to give my cock a rest. Zane turns slightly as I come up for air and pulls me into a kiss. Our tongues joust—but the need to fuck is now too strong. I roll him onto his back and push into his wet ass. “I have a load. Can you feel it?” Honestly, after the double loaded house guest. I can’t really tell, but I just nod and tell him it feels great. When I pull out to catch my breath, Zane rolls around to clean my cock. When he’s finished, he leads me to the rimseat. “Who’s under first?” I ask. “Me…” and he is instantly in place, lying on the mat with the seat down. I sit and am treated to his expert tongue licking and poking into me. I jerk. A tall man around my age comes over and feeds me his cock. I suck him for a bit—but he soon moves off to fuck someone. There are five men on the bed in front of me—so there’s live porn for me to watch as I am licked. I stand up. I want to reverse. But first I fuck Zane again, with him lying there on the mat. I want his hole really juiced up as he sits on my face. We trade places. Zane sits on my face, slowly, teasingly, knowing I want it. I am rewarded by his wet furry hole plastered on my face. He strokes himself as I rim. I think I hear someone come over to feed him cock. I wait for someone to fuck themselves on my cock as I eat ass, but so far no one does. Or even sucks it. I concentrate on Zane’s ass. He is groaning. Suddenly he stands up. “Let me ride you.” He moves around and sits on my cock. I now see that there is a guy around Zane’s age, cubby and hairy, who had been getting head. He is encouraged to sit on the seat as Zane fucks himself. He is just about to sit, as suddenly Zane shoots a huge load all over my stomach. He is as surprised as I am. “Sorry—I couldn’t help it.” He gets off me, slowly. Savoring the departing inches in his butt. I smear Zane’s load into the pouch of my jock…before the cubby man sits down and my world black’s out but for a very hairy hole.. (There is one more installment as there are about two hours/90 minutes to go of the house party.) The original is posted here: From My Side of the Sling: Chicago House Party 2: "Do You Like Those Loads?" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 9, 2023

Hey guys. Glad you're all enjoying yhe story so far. Currently working on the next couple of parts and will post asap

Happy 4th of July! @AinPostolo

Only when I got fisted! Nothing like seeing your hairy bellybutton moving up and down!

Second Ring? Isn’t that a Wagner Opera?😜

At home I'd briefed Billy on what was going to happen and he waited in the play room quietly as soon as we heard Mr Sparks car bill in the driveway. I greated him with enthusiasm and sat him down in front of the TV... "wanna beer mate" I asked and headed to the kitchen not really letting him reply. Once there I opened two beers and added a little something to his... Heading back with the beers and some chips to keep up the illusion. I handed him his beer and took a swig of mine as I flicked on the sports channel. We made small talk for only a short while before Mr Sparks began to complain of feeling woozy, I suggested he lay down, to which he accepted, and very quickly fell asleep. Testing how deep it was by calling his name, then spanking his face and finally by slapping his ass rather hard, I knew he was out for the count, and got busy pulling off all his clothes. Once naked I took him to the bathroom where I propped him up and douche his hole out as best I could, gave him a decent whores bath, then put him over my shoulder to take him to the play room. Billy had his hood on as instructed and watched as I lay this asshole in my sling, binding him so he could not move and adjusting the height so he was ready. I then put on my mask, and got down between his legs, took a nice big crystal of tina and pushed it roughly in his hole. The mixture of the drug and the burning finally made him stir a little, but I wanted him fully awake, so I added a tight band to his right arm, exposed a vein and gave this good Christian man his first blast... More than I'd give a normal beginner, I wanted him awake and fucked up. While he came to life, coughing and incoherent, Billy and I stood out of his view, taking a puff on the pipe. The gym teacher started to yell for help once he realised his predicament and as I blew out some clouds in his face I let him know the room was sound proof. "and the only way you're getting out of here in one peice is if you do exactly what I say." "I hear you like getting young Gay boys beat up for being faggots and think they deserve it" I accused and he started to deny, then got beligerant saying fuck yes he did. "well only closet cases get this nasty, so fucker I'm gonna turn you into a faggot" As his eyes started to widen, beginning to realise what was happening, I stuck a device in his mouth that forced it open and covered his teeth, I cranked it so his mouth was opened just wider than was comfortable and so he couldnt form words any more. I then strapped my new faggots head back to an extension id added to the sling forcing his open mouth and throat to be right where I wanted it. "I saw you checking out my cock earlier... So now you're gonna get it, I'm gonna fuck your throat and your ass and you're going to beg me for it, faggot". Before he could answer I shoved my cock into his mouth and roughly down his throat. This bitch didn't deserve any kindness, I was gonna make him into the whore he secretly is and relished as he gagged on my big fat shaft. As I pulled out I was glad to see all that spit and a little puke. And I slapped his face. "You loved it didn't you? " He responded negatively so I took my riding crop and slapped his balls. As the pain subsided, I asked again, and he tried again to say no. I again slapped his balls with the crop and growled "tell me you love it or you'll lose those balls tonight faggot" He started to openly cry, but this time when I asked he finally broke and said he liked it. At this point I had Billy come over with the camera and begin filming as I fucked his throat again. This time more roughly and deeply, until as I pulled out he again puked a little and when I asked if he loved it he automatically answered yes emphatically. After signalling Billy to stop the camera, I started to tell them both more. "you see son, now we have video of your faggot gym teacher saying he loves what is happening... Something we can publish online if he ever causes any trouble for us in the future. But that's just the beginning. He is eventually going to thank me for what happens tonight... You'll see. " I then came close to my new faggots face, cleared his eyes and made him look at my poz tattoo..." Tonight you'll take my poz load too faggot... And love it, beg for it, and want more". He was now sobbing, but as I played with his nipples a little, I couldn't help but notice his cock twitching and growing. "you see son, his cock gives away his true faggot nature. He's always secretly wanted this". I then took myself down between his legs knelt down and started to eat his ass. The suddenly pleasure made my new faggot moan, then cry with disgust at it, whilst his cock continued to grow. "royal fucking faggot" I said as I stood up between his legs. "get the lube and lube up daddies fat cock son" I ordered and Billy quickly obeyed. Roughly taking the faggots nipples and twisting them I then told him "I'm about to fuck you, pop your cherry and breed you with my poz seed faggot, and you're going to beg me to do it right now" Billy took the Queue and readied the camera as I used pain and threats and more shards of Tina in his ass to break down the faggots defenses, until finally he was ready. I removed his mouth stretcher repositioned myself and Billy began to film. First showing my big throbbing raw cock near his hole before panning up his body and showing his face as I asked one more time... "do you want me to fuck you with no condom, take your virginity and flood you with my poz seed faggot?" "yes please sir, thank you sir" he answered right into the camera, and Billy filmed his face as I roughly forced my cock into his hole. I had no interest in giving him pleasure, just taking my own, and he screamed as I kept pushing until I was finally balls deep. The fuck didn't take very long, the situation had me so turned on that only 10 or so hard thrusts and I was soon shooting balls deep in the new faggot, watching his own cock now rock hard and drooling. I then stayed in him while Billy watched me jerk him off and make him blow the biggest load of his life, ultimate proof that he loved my daddy poz cock in him. We left him there in the sling and went to clean up, then bed where we made love twice more that night. And as I flooded billy's hot ass for the second time I whispered in his ear... Next we're going to break your father son. In the early hours of the morning I went to the play room and released our new faggot, reminding him of the footage we had of him and getting him cleaned up and dressed. He humbly thanked me for what I'd done... I'm not sure if it was to get out of there, or genuine, but I didn't care. I then put him in the hands of an "uber driver who will take you home" only to discover My sketchy friend took his fresh meat out to his car, gave him some water laced with more fun stuff and took the faggot to his place for more use. By the time he returned to work he'd be a confirmed cum slut and would chase it for the rest of his life.

Look...I know your story, I was like you. You'll end up doing it anyway.

I peed and had a quick shower being sure to keep my ass tight. I didn't want the handsome bear's cum to be anywhere but in my gut. When I left the bathroom through the bedroom door I walked into a full fledged orgy of 8 smoking hot guys. How had I not heard any of this? Guys were sucking and fucking everywhere. The host was legs up on his back being fucked by the cutest blonde cub. When he saw me he gently tapped the cub off him,stood and raised his hand. Silence decended on the room before he spoke for all to hear. "The orgy is over boys. Our guest of honor is here. " Walking over and placing a hand on my shoulder he continued. "He's stretched and prelubed with my cum. And he's here for all your loads. No questions asked, no load refused. He's negative and not on PreP. Draw a number from this jar to determine the order you get to breed his ass." #! Was a very tall, hairless albino. His cock was a nice thickness and ten inches with no curve. He waisted not time slipping it into me as I lay on the side of the king size bed my feet in the air. No for play, no kissing, nothing. Straight in and right to fucking. His only words about 12 strokes in, "I don't last long ." True to his word he was unloading. Only when he finished cumming did he bend down and kiss me. As he pulled out he declared for all to hear, "Next." And the next guy was almost his complete opposite. 5' 4", black, muscular, with a rock solid 5 inch cock that curved up and to the right. This guy started by sucking my cock for a bit followed by some sensual kissing as he guided his raw rod into my cummy ass. Once balls deep he instructed me that his tits were wired to his cock. I latched onto both of them with my hands. He may have been smaller in stature but his fuck was more powerful and lasted 10 minutes. Then he asked; "You ready?" I eagerly responded; "Cum in me, breed my ass. " And he did with ten powerful convulsions! #3 appeared to be in his mid sixties. Still in good physical shape, a life long gym bunny I suspect. Although fit his handsome face did seem a bit gaunt and sunken. He was moderately hairy with an amazing bubble but. His cock was hard and quite average. He kissed me on the lips as he wasted no time mounting me once again missionary. Watching his face as he raw dogged me I thought, 'this is the one,. He'll declare his status poz as he breeds me'. But no. When I could tell he was close he spoke up. "I'm ready slut. Tell me you want it inside. " "Fuck yeah man, cum in me!" He howled like a wolf as blast after blast shot into me. Four fuckin strangers loads mixed in my ass in less than 1 hour. This was amazing. I suspected one was poz but was surprised he didn't say so. Maybe not. Maybe I was going to get away with my foolhardy offer. I really wasn't chasing, but fuck the excitement of the danger was bloody awesome. At least four more loads to go. How might the Russian Roulette Wheel spin. With four loads I just wanted more. My attitude was an enthusiastic, 'bring those raw cocks and loads boys!'

Better and better!

Gay men are lucky. When all you want is some good, hot sex, forget playing message tag on all those hook-up apps. If you go straight to a sex club, you get to check out the merchandise, for real, and pick out whatever you want. Plus, if you decide that one guy isn’t as good as he looked, you’re free to end it, and make another selection. As for the cost, all you have to shell out money for is the price of admission, and one or two bottles of water. Then, it’s an all-you-can-eat buffet, of cocks and asses, from the time you get there until they close the place, around 4 in the morning. I tend to be way too shy, and way too particular about who I have sex with, so, before I leave the house, I make sure I load up on some artificial courage, namely, Tina. That way, the shyness, and nervousness, and inhibitions roll right off me, and, instead of hanging back, watching other guys having a hot time, I magically become one of those guys. After I get cleaned up and cleaned out, I load the glass pipe, and stand in front of the bathroom mirror, watching myself blow clouds. I don’t know why that’s a turn on, but it is. I love watching other guys hit the pipe, and I love watching myself do it. The whole process gets me worked up, and gives me an instant hard on. I’m serious. It’s hot just looking at the little baggie because I know how good I”m going to be feeling, just 2 or 3 minutes from now. Although I love to watch myself (or anybody else) blow out a huge white cloud, when I’m preparing to go to a sex club, I’m a lot more concerned about getting seriously fucked up, without burning through a large portion of my stash. That involves sucking a big cloud into my lungs, then blowing it into a condom, then sucking that same cloud back into my lungs, again and again, maybe 15 or 20 times. Then, I repeat the whole condom exercise, 4 or 5 more times. The end result is that I’ve taken somewhere between 60 and 100 hits, instead of just a few. Now that my heart is racing, and I’m feeling like I can take on the fuckin’ world, it’s time to get dressed and hit the road. My go-to gear is a jock strap (any color but red, since I haven’t been trained for that, yet), black leather bare assed chaps, vest, biker cap and my motorcycle jacket.

Ugh, it’s been a while. Work and life and all that stuff caught up with me. But here’s a new chapter! Short summary of people being mentioned: Eddie: Doctor at the clinic Matt: His nurse Anthony: Cute guy in waiting room that was called just before me. ------------------------------- I pulled my pants up and covered up the cum stained black t-shirt with my zipper-hoodie, then put on my jacket. I spoke for a while with the guys while they were cleaning up the exam room. Eddie even opened a window to air out the stench of sex in there. They were both new at the clinic having started just after new year’s. Eddie was 31 and had just got his degree while Matt, 23, was still studying to become a nurse. Matt had walked in on Eddie as Eddie was furiously masturbating while reading journals containing the raunchy detailed accounts of how HIV patients had contracted the virus, and of course they hit it off immediately since Matt was a chaser and Eddie unmedicated poz. They were fucking several times per day and having access to high viral load blood samples at the clinic meant that of course it didn’t take long until Matt was converting. Right now, his viral load was peaking, before his body would be accustomed and able to fight off some of it. They had been talking about how hot it would be to gift patients at the clinic, and I was apparently their first recipient. I informed them that they had to recuperate until I came back in the evening with my husband. I thanked them for their generosity and stepped out of the exam room into the hallway. As I closed the door behind me, the door on the opposite side of the corridor opened and out stepped Anthony, looking very upset. His eyes were red, and it was clear that he had been crying. He looked at me, then quickly looked away and started rushing towards the exit. I guess he wasn’t as happy with his doctor as I was with mine. Outside the hospital was a small park, and as I crossed it, I saw Anthony sitting on a bench, hunched over with his face resting in his palms. I walked over to him and sat down next to him. - “Are you OK sweetie?”, I said in a soft voice. - “NO!”, he said and turned to me and threw his arms around me, sobbing. I hugged him back and just held him for a while. - “Guess you didn’t get the results you were hoping for in there?” - “No… Well… Yes… But no…”, he paused for a minute and then looked at me. - “It turns out I’m poz.”, he said. - “Oh, congr*COUGH COUGH*”, I stopped myself, hoping he didn’t catch what I was about to say. “Sorry to hear that.”, I corrected myself. - “No, you were right the first time, congratulations are in order, it’s just… this wasn’t the way I wanted it to happen.” - “Wow, ok! Now, just to make things clear; I’m a fellow chaser, so feel free to say anything, no judgement from me babe! I’m sitting here with two unmedicated poz loads in my neg ass, so really; NO judgement!”, I said, surprising myself with how open and blunt I was. I’m usually shy and mostly keep my twisted mind to myself, or the occasional online contact. Anthony looked up at me with a grin and started laughing. - “I fucking knew it! I saw it on you in the waiting room, that’s why I started the app, because I wanted to check out your profile, but you weren’t nearby. Then when you tapped me I saw it, and how you’re a bareback bottom, and I knew.”. Anthony wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and continued. - “Wait… What? You got two loads in your ass, and you just came from the clinic? That’s fucking nasty, going to the clinic right after you’ve been bred.”. He laughed. - “Uhm… Not exactly. I didn’t have them in me when I came to the clinic…”. I flashed him a devilish smile. - “NO! You got fucked by the doctor?! FUCK!” - “And the nurse…”, I said, as I opened up my hoodie and showed him the cum that was all over my t-shirt. - “FUCK!”, he looked at me in awe. I just smiled back at him. - “So, congratulations on your poz result, now what’s with the tears?”, I asked. - “I had this whole thing planned in my head. I’m a total top, and I have a bottom boyfriend who is a chaser and we’ve been talking about opening our relation and both of us becoming poz and live out our sluttiness as we desire. The plan was that I was going to get one extramarital freebie and meet up with a poz top for whom I would bottom for once just to get infected, then have a ritualized breeding of my boyfriend as I asked him to marry me, and then we’d open up the relationship and fuck around as much as possible. But apparently the little fucker has been cheating on me and beat me to it by infecting me without me knowing it. I had my suspicions, and now they’re confirmed. I wouldn’t have cared as much if we had an open relation already, but he wouldn’t have it, not until we were poz…” - “Oh… I had something similar with my ex, not that any of us were chasing, quite the opposite, but he was apparently cheating on me a lot. I offered to open our relationship so he could fuck around without being unfaithful, but he couldn’t stand the thought of me fucking someone else. I broke up with him after he cheated on me while I was on a funeral for a family member, that was just going way too far. And two months later he was poz… The fucker…” - “What the hell is wrong with people?” - “Exactly… Better to be sluts and fuck around from the beginning, like me and my husband!” - “Oh yeah? You’re married? Is he poz?” - “Nope… Not yet anyway. Not sure if he’ll stay neg after his visit to the clinic later this afternoon, he’ll be meeting the same doctor that I met.”, I said and laughed. - “So… Can I fuck you? And him? I’ve got a potent poz cock here, apparently.”, Antony said and grabbed his cock through his pants and shook it. - “Fuck yes you can! You’re cute as hell! I’ve already tapped you on the gay app! But… we’ve both got some kind of STI, that’s why we’re visiting the clinic…” - “So do I, HIV wasn’t the only thing he gave me, so I’m already being treated for those and can’t really get anything else. And I’m sure your doctor wouldn’t mind if your husband comes pre-lubed with cum to his appointment.” - “Oh, he’d like that, for sure. Nasty guy that one, so fucking hot.” I picked up my phone and sent a text to my husband: “Clean out and apply numbing cream to your sore hole, I’m bringing a surprise home for you. I’ll be home in 30 minutes! Love you!” Anthony and I got on the subway back to my place. It was the middle of the day so it was really crowded, and we ended up standing very close to each other, talking about this and that, nothing dirty since people would be listening. Or maybe they wouldn’t since the whole world is occupied by mobile zombies these days. Noones paying attention to anything anymore. I “accidentally” rubbed the back of my hand against his crotch and felt something stir inside the fabric of his jeans, so I kept rubbing while looking into his eyes and seeing him smile more and more, even closing his eyes and moaning softly once in a while, especially when the driver hit the brakes at the next stop, and my hand was pushed harder onto his growing cock. I grabbed it more intentionally and squeezed what I could feel was a very long cock, and soon I feet a wet spot starting to form on the front of his pants. I whispered into his ear: “Lots of pre-cum, huh?”. “It’s like Manneken Pis down there. Except the dick is bigger.”, he replied with a smile. My mind wandered off to the world-famous bronze fountain sculpture in Brussels, Belgium, that I had seen so many times on my travels there, imagining what it would be like to meet a guy who leaked as much pre-cum as that little boy was pissing water. It would be heaven. Especially if it was poz pre-cum. The subway arrived at my stop in the rural parts of the town, and we got off. The train left the platform, and we were all alone, so I got down on my knees and shoved my face into his crotch and sucked the wet spot. I could taste the salty pre-cum, combined with the taste of cotton and a hint of detergent. I playfully bit his cock and growled like a horny, somewhat camp, lion, then stood up, took his hand and pulled him towards the escalators. As we exited the station, I caught the eye of the guy in the ticket booth who smiled at us, and just then I realized that the platforms are, of course, monitored with cameras. He’d seen me suck his bulge. I smiled back and winked and continued towards the exit. Just past the doors I stopped in my step and told Anthony to wait there as I ran back towards the ticket booth. I leaned into the hatch and said: - “How much did you see, and did you like it?” The guy in the booth just looked at me, then stood up and showed me that under the desk he had his cock out and was jerking off. He stepped to the door and unlatched it and let me in. I immediately got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth, and I only got to suck it for three seconds until he blasted a huge load in my mouth. I saved the entire load and was careful not to swallow it, which made it hard to talk, but I saw a piece of paper and a pen on his desk, so I just wrote “THANKS!” and my phone number, then smiled at him and went back to Anthony who was waiting outside. He looked at me with a surprised look on his face, I must’ve looked quite stupid as I stood there with a smile on my face, my mouth clamped shut around a mouthful of something. I grabbed Anthony’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. As his tongue entered and dipped into the pool of cum in my mouth he moaned and stuck his tongue deeper into me, scooping out the load. He sucked it out of my mouth, then spit half of it back and pulled away from me, swallowing every drop he had. I did the same. - “How the hell did you get that? You’re just a fucking magnet for loads, aren’t you?” - “Trade secret. Professional slut here.”, I said, flashing him cheeky smile and wiping a drop of cum from the corner of my mouth. Anthony laughed as I wandered off towards my apartment.

I was on a cruise ship for the first time, 4 night 5 days through the Caribbean. Paid the extra fee to have a solo room so was open to whatever came my way. Checked out the LGBT event and it was very few people, kept enjoying my time just relaxing. Day 3, I wake up early and go for a walk around the ship. I see this short guy doing laps on the top level of the ship where I was walking and we exchanged eyes about 4 times during the rounds. That many days with no play I was super on edge and horny so decided after my walk to go to the sauna to walk and then ultimately my plan was to jerk in the showers before heading on my day. I walk into the gym area, find the locker room, change outta my clothes, grab a towel and hop to the showers. Already in the shower I’m rock hard even tho who far I haven’t seen anyone. Quick rinse and head out to sauna, I walk in and there two older guys there, both sitting pretty separately, I find a spot across the way from one but distant from everyone and sit to relax. Still half hard from my shower I notice the guys both keep glancing at my dick, I start tugging a bit just loosening my foreskin, stretching my balls. After a few minutes, one guy heads out so it’s just me and one other guy. He starts jerking himself so I do the same until we’re both watching each other and matching rhythm. Suddenly the door opens and the guy gets spooked so immediately just grabs his towel and walks out while the another guy walks in. Tattooed all across his chest and a towel around his waist he sits directly across from me and I notice it’s the short guy that was jogging earlier. I had grabbed my towel and covered myself when he walked in but once he’s sitting I take my towel off to expose my half hard and growing dick. After a few minutes he takes notice and comes forward and starts stroking me, I’m precumming already. He’s asks if he can sit on it and I immediately say hell yeah. Expecting him to turn around I spit on my cock and start jerking but he drops his towel and to my surprise, starts climbing on my lap while using spit to lube his pussy. I’m fully bi so def have fucked pussy before but wasn’t expecting this at all but before I could even think twice, he guides me into him and starts riding me. Soft, wet, tight and gripping - it felt so fucking good. I could feel precum dripping out and making the fuck smoother. I couldn’t help myself and started pulling him closer and closer grinding as deep as I could go. Within a few minutes, I cum the biggest load in a while deep inside of him. He keeps grinding so churning my load and getting every last drop out of me. Finally jumps off my lap and sucks my dick clean. I grab my towel to head to shower. I motion for him to follow… to be continued

That looks like you had two toys touching and one started to melt into/onto the other. To prevent it in the future, store each toy separately so there is no contact between them. Easy way to separate them is to wrap them in a paper towel or individual paper bags. The best is to keep them in individual cloth bags if you can find or make them.

Oh it would have been a lot better without the relationship guilt for sure 😕. About four years ago when I was single I was working on a job in oroville, small town maybe 10k people, and managed to talk a hot Hispanic Starbucks Batista that only wanted to do oral into almost a full day of nonstop bareback. I probably filled him up seven times.

Dad’s Basement - Part Four As the week went on Dad taught me more and more about man to man raw sex, although it wasn’t physical, I knew that would change once the weekend arrived. Dad didn’t hold back when it came to my new sexual education, the more twisted and perverted the harder his cock got, and well, mine too. As each day past, my anticipation grew. I wondered if this would be the day that Dad popped my cherry, but it wasn’t and soon it was Friday. “Morning Son,” Dad said, as he slapped his hard cock against my forehead. “Morning." “Tonight is a big night for you. I have left you something on the table. You know what you need to do today for tonight,” he said, tucking his hard cock inside his pants. “Yes, Daddy.” “We both have to be ready for tonight,” he said. "See you about two this afternoon, Son.” With that he left, leaving me in my bed with my morning hard on which I slowly stroked under the covers, only to return saying “Son, quit playing with your cock. In fact don’t touch the fucker until I tell you. Not even to piss.’ “Fuck” I said, but it was too late. He was gone. Slowly I got out of bed, thinking pissing is going to be interesting and messy today as I headed down to the kitchen to see what he had left me. Wasn’t hard to find, he had propped a new jock in its packaging up against a huge black fake dick. Seeing this caused me to smile. Written on a post it was a note which read 'Wear this all day. Mark it as yours'. I opened the new jock and stepped into it. My hard cock tented the material of the pouch out. It was going to be a long day of getting ready for tonight in the basement, so I had to do what Dad had told me to do in order to be ready. Dad came home a little after two to find me seated on the floor in my jock which was still tented outwards by my hard cock and now stained yellow from piss. "Damn, that’s fucking hot, Son,” Dad remarked with pleasure. “Thanks,” I replied with a grin. We both did our thing to prepare for the night's activities, and were ready about 6:00 PM. I was in the kitchen leaning against the counter in my nasty jock when Dad came in. No words were spoken as he opened the basement door and disappeared into the darkness. I quickly moved towards the door and then down the stairs until I bumped into Dad at the bottom. My pouch inadvertently rubbed against his ass. “Easy Son. There will be time for that shortly.” I could hear movement already in the basement, yet it was completely dark. I began to think that the darkness was messing with my mind, until Dad hit the light switch and there in the middle of the room was eight nude men, each man's cock obscenely hard and pointing directly at me. Some of the men I recognized, while others were new to me. Dad turned to me, gabbed my upper arms in his fists and announced “Tonight Son, each of these men, will fuck and seed your neg hole. The goal is to convert you.” “Does that include you Dad?” I asked. “FUCK YEAH” he firmly declared, adding “I will be the first and the last in the first part of tonight's conversion party." My cock got harder in my pouch. I could not believe it. Tonight Daddy was going to take my virgin cherry as well as my disease cherry. My hole twitched as I looked at the men in the room and the hard man cocks. Never one to waste time, Dad pulled me into the locker room, where he pulled down my jock, freeing my hard cock. He positioned me on the empty wall, as another man stepped forward with a camera, his hard cock bouncing as he moved. I saw a flash and then I was pulled in a new direction. Fuck these twisted fuckers were in a hurry. I lost my jock in the locker room, not really caring if I ever saw it again. Then I was taken back to the first room. A fuck bench had been moved to the middle of the room. My heart was pounding and I felt my legs getting weak, the excitement was getting to be too much. It was obvious what was intended. I climbed on the bench, both my holes exposed for easy access. I felt my arms and legs being tied to the bench as my torso. With what was about to happen, these men wanted me to stay in place. Rough hands roamed my body, my ass was slapped over and over, nipples pinched, my cock jacked and balls squeezed. I felt one cock after another slap my face while other men spat in my face. I closed my eyes, hoping this was not a dream. I wanted this. A hot breathe in my ear asked “You want this Son?” It was my Daddy. I nodded in affirmation. “Not good enough, Son.” “Yes.” “You want Daddy and his friends to fuck you, to shoot their poz loads in your hole, to gift you their disease?” “FUCK YES DADDY! Fuck me, poz me, convert me.” “Good boy,” he said as the other men grunted in approval. My ass was spread wide by two men, as something rough was pushed into my hole. It hurt like hell as it passed through my clenched hole. I could feel scratching inside my hole as this object moved in and out of me. As my mind tried to get my mouth to object to this invasion in my hole, my cock jumped and leaked over powering my mind. Then the object was abruptly withdrawn, causing my hole to clinch shut in pain. Tears welled-up in my eyes, which I fought to stop. Again I felt breath in my ears announcing “Your fuck hole is ready Son.” My Dad was displaying a bloody toothbrush for my inspection. Standing up, he stroked his cock and handed the tooth brush to a tattoo covered man with a big uncut cock. Hands were still exploring my body, teasing and torturing me. My ass was burning from all the slaps. “Men, Let the games begin," Dad announced, asking me "Are you ready for Daddy’s cock, Son?” I felt Dad’s cock head rub up and down my crack. My legs were shaking from fear as well as excitement, knowing my Dad was going to take both my cherries right now. His head teased me over and over, until he grabbed my hips, and thrust his cock head into my hole. It resisted at first, but with consent pushing and the slapping of my ass checks from other men, it open and his cock plunged deep into my hole. The pain was intense. I screamed as he continued to push deeper and deeper, until he was balls-deep. He continued to press against my ass with his body, holding me to him as I tried to pull away and fight my bindings. The men all around grunted in approval of my Dad's assault on my ass. Some liquid was flowing freely down my crack and onto my balls. Dad pulled his cock out slowly, allowing me to feel every vein on his shaft, until only his head was inside my broken hole. Without warning he thrust back into my hole, doing this over and over. The pain continued with each thrust of his cock, but slowly diminished, until it was replaced with pleasure. My grunts of pain, turned to moans. “He’s fucking enjoying it now,” someone observed, adding “I can’t wait to shove this uncut cock into that used broken boy hole and let him feel that extra cock skin.” Someone else commented “Fuck, I have a week's worth of cum churning in my balls for this boy," and yet another "Conversion is almost certain for your boy.” Dad continued to fuck my hole, increasing his rhythm, balls bouncing off my ass. I could hear him grunting like a wild animal. His breathing was getting faster and faster too. I knew it would not be long until his poz load would be shooting into my wrecked hole, and I was right. “Here it comes Son. Daddy is going to corrupt you, convert up, fuck you up,” he exclaimed in triumph as he pushed in deep as his cock started shooting its toxic load out of the piss slit, which was accompanied by the declaration “Daddy is pozzing your boy pussy!” I could feel his cock jump. I could feel his cum shooting inside hitting the sensitive walls of my ass. Once done, he abruptly withdrew, which left my ass leaving me feeling empty, but not for long. Another cock head was breaching my hole, filling me up again, driving in balls-deep as the new man gripped my hips. I closed my eyes. This time the pain was less and was quickly replaced with pleasure. “Good job Son” my Dad said in my ear, “look at Daddy’s cock.” I opened my eyes to see my Dad’s semi hard cock in front of me. It was red with blood, mixed with cum. I could not believe his magnificent tool had been in my hole. “Clean my cock, Son.” With out hesitating I opened my mouth and he pushed it in. I licked and suck on his cock, tasting my blood and his cum, knowing that it was the second poz cum load he had given me, but the first one up my pussy. The man behind me continued to fuck my hole. His cock wasn't as thick as Dad’s but it was almost as long, didn’t really matter though, he knew how to fuck and please a hole, and it wasn't long before he rammed his cock deep inside and shot his load. Another poz load in my hole. Fuck, I was getting into this. I wondered how many loads I would get. He pulled out my used hole and laughed, saying "Damn, after only two cocks, look how that hole gapes!” Even if I couldn't see what he was talking about, after having been fucked by two cocks in rapid sequence, I could feel not only were my ass lips puffy, my hope was gaping open. The ventilation in the basement was causing slight drafts, and the air blowing across my hole caused it to wink a bit, but still stayed open. Shivers ran up my spine, and straight to my cock, causing it to jump more and leak more. I was surprised I hadn't yet shot my load. “Ready for a new sensation Boy? Uncut cock. Lots of skin.” I felt the cock slide in deep. The new man held it there, then slowly pulled out. I could feel the skin moving as the cock moved. I moaned. With only one thrust and pull out I knew I was hooked on uncut cock. He wasn’t going to continue to bring me pleasure this was about him, so he grabbed my hips and began to fuck me harder and harder, but the uncut cock and rough fuck only made me moan loader. “Your Boy is a fucking natural,” my latest fucker announced as he continued fucking with gusto. I was to occupied with getting fucked to hear any replies, but I felt another cock poking at my mouth so I sucked it in, cleaning it off, tasting my ass, my blood, my Dad’s cum and his cum. I wanted poppers but none were ever presented to me. Soon the uncut man rammed in and began shooting. Pulling out he was replaced by another cock. This was done over and over for several hours. Each man had shot his poz load into my well-used hole. I had no idea how long I was tied there, taking each man’s poz cock and cum up my hole. I did know, however, I was fucked by each one, starting with my Dad, and, as promised, to be concluded by my Dad. “Time for the cock that made you again, boy.” I felt Dad’s big cock, easily slid into my hole. I moaned as I was sore from the earlier fucks, but the slickness of all the poz loads reduced the pain and increased the pleasure, although there was no escaping the fact that the torn tissues in my ass were a source of substantial pain. Dad, however, was not concerned with my discomfort, he was focused on getting off and ensuring my conversion. He fucked my hole with fast jerking movements in and out of my hole, until he changed the motion to long strokes. I could feel his cock head sliding in deep, hitting my prostate with each thrust. “Going to fuck that last neg load out of you, Son.” I could feel someone holding my cock, slowly jacking it. I knew I would not last long with Dad fucking my hole and someone jacking me. I bit my lip to hold of on shooting until I couldn’t hold it any more. My cock start to shoot, my ass muscles would contracted around Dad’s cock. “Oh FUCK BOY!” my Dad yelled, “your hole is squeezing Daddy’s cock, gonna poz you again, can’t hold it.” With that he slammed balls deep into me and shot, as the man finished milking my cock. Still breathing heavy Dad, pulled out and slapped my ass check with appreciation, praising me saying “Good boy, Son, but it isn't over. Ten poz loads is only the beginning.” I was lifted off the fuck bench, held up by two men, one on each side. I looked down to see with cocks hard as rocks. Grins came across their faces. “That was just part one Boy” one of the men explained, adding “Part two is the mind fuck.”

When I first pitched up here I was working in HIV prevention and my aim was to understand the chasing mindset. Basically, you can't, any more than explain to someone who's not into drag the delights of a garter belt and stockings (something a FB of mine was faced with recently: he shut his eyes and thought of Wales while getting pounded, but that's another story). PrEP, of course, rules out the inevitability idea. Even in the UK, without government approval, we're talking about how to get tenvir-EM, which hospitals will do the testing outside of STI/HIV testing that's necessary, and the whole concept of clinic hopping. Finally I'm not telling people obliquely "message me privately"... Very, very few HIV- men can't tolerate truvada (and there are other drugs in the pipeline) and the chances of meeting a guy with an infectious viral load whose virus is resistant to both tenofovir and emtricitabine is vanishingly small. While I, as a long term survivor of HIV, still can't claim to understand the chasing mentality, especially in the light of the tool we now have in PrEP to avoid infection, so condomless sex is safer than it has been for more than thirty years, you can't deny that a few people are still chasing. It's a threat that's become eroticised, but one which falls down with the progress we've made against HIV. I even wrote fiction to try and get inside of the mind of a guy who was chasing, and fell down in that I couldn't. Get into his mind, I mean. For those who feel that getting HIV is inevitable, the attitude of wanting to know who it was who gave them HIV I can understand: somebody fucked me in early 1980, I seroconverted and would dearly love to know who it was just to know if his luck held as well as mine. The preservation/passing on of DNA plays into the daddy idea here as well. Hepatitis C is different in that it's seen as an acute illness, even though it can show very few symptoms, if any, for a fairly long time. With HIV there's always the chance element. I know guys who were infected after me who died within ten years (my two life-partners did), whereas I personally know someone who was infected before me, and via facebook know guys in the USA who were infected before me. Finally there's the taboo element: "nice" boys don't do the sort of things that you can catch HIV from. Just yesterday on Facebook I read a reference to "the biohazard and piggy crowd" and it definitely wasn't meant affectionately! HIV has been around long enough now to have shaped our entire way of thinking about sex, giving us new ways of rebelling against "cultural norms". That, if nothing else, is an argument for why the Breeding Zone should be here and why I still recommend Tim Dean's book "Unlimited Intimacy" (so much so that after the paperback I went on to buy the ebook), even though it's over ten years old now.